Flynn swallowed hard, captivated by the sight of Aubrey standing in the middle of his hotel room, shedding her coat and tossing it on the chair nearby. She ran her hand over her hair, her fingers threading through the reddish-hued waves as she smoothed it out and, holy hell, was he really getting a hard-on from watching her touch her hair? Yes, he was. The entire night had been a different form of foreplay between them. It confused him. She’d been so attentive when the evening started out, but he’d felt her start to withdraw during dinner, and he had no idea why. What had happened? He had no clue. “So?” She rested her hands on her hips, watching him with the cute scrunched-eyebrows look she wore quite often. “Were you going to ask me something?” He nodded, removing his own jacket and letting it drop on top of hers on the chair. “The conversation we had earlier with Nick and Willow.”
