CHAPTER 11
Carly tried to peruse the room service menu but it wasn’t until Trey and his well-developed and now shirtless muscles were safely locked away in the bathroom that she actually noticed she couldn’t read it.
It must be in Serbian, or Slovakian, or whatever the hell the language was there.
Out of pure frustration, she flipped the menu over and—lo and behold—found the English translation provided for tourists.
American tourists. In Kosovo. That was laughable.
Given all the vacation destinations in the world, why would anyone choose Kosovo?
Maybe businessmen stayed here, though she didn’t know what industry Kosovo was famous for. Again, she vowed to be more tuned in to other parts of the world if she got out of there alive.
Glancing at the offerings only raised another question. What did one eat while in Kosovo? She automatically ruled out fish and even meat. Perhaps she was being a typical ethnocentric American, but she wasn’t sure what the sanitation was like here. The last thing she needed was E. coli or something.
The ridiculousness of worrying about food poisoning when most likely they’d both end up shot to death by the gun-wielding limo driver was not lost on her.
Pushing that thought out of her mind, she finally settled on salad and pizza, although pizza in a foreign country was probably more risky than the fish. Hopefully they imported it frozen from the States.
Armed with that illogical belief, she placed the order with an accommodating phone operator who, thank goodness, spoke at least some English.
That done, she began rifling through the one suitcase again. Might as well dig deeper and see what other surprises were in there. She didn’t even want to think about what kind of lingerie Candi the former stripper wore.
What she discovered was an embarrassingly small see-through thing she supposed could laughably be called a nightgown in some circles.
She was standing with the item in question dangling from one fingertip, wondering how she was ever going to put this on and sleep with Trey in the room when the bathroom door opened.
The nightie was forgotten immediately when Trey emerged, dressed in nothing but a towel draped low on his hips. Her gaze followed the trail of damp hair that led from his chest, down his belly, directly toward his . . . She swallowed hard.
He walked to the suitcase and picked through the choices left in the bag. He stood so close she could smell the hotel soap and shampoo on him.
Trey raised a brow when he noticed what she still held, forgotten, in her hand.
“Dressing for bed?” He smiled broadly and grabbed a pair of black silk pajama bottoms out of the jumble of clothes. “Good idea.”
Without any hesitation, he dropped the towel, leaving a lot more than just his torso exposed this time. As he pulled on the pants she got quite a view before she forced her gaze away.
She rushed to speak and cover for the shock his sudden and total nakedness had caused. “Um, I think I’ll wait a bit and get changed after I eat.”
Just in time, a knock on the door announced the room service delivery.
“You stay here and finish what you’re doing. I got it.” Trey, only half-naked now, moved toward the door.
She got his unspoken message. He wanted to answer the door in case there was trouble waiting on the other side instead of room service. That knowledge just added to her already heightened nerves.
When he opened the door and she saw the food cart, Carly could finally breathe again.
It helped that Trey was all the way across the room and not totally nude. She had never welcomed the arrival of a pizza delivery so much in her life, and it wasn’t because she was the least bit hungry.
Trey and his bulging pecs returned to her, rolling the room service cart. “You ordered pizza? Wasn’t there filet mignon or lobster on the menu? We’re not paying for this, you know. We’re guests.”
“What can I say? I’m a simple girl.” Carly shrugged, grabbed a slice and shoved it into her mouth so she didn’t continue to stare at Trey’s still-bare chest. “Don’t you think you’d better put on a shirt?”
He raised a brow. “Why?”
“I just wouldn’t want you to get hot cheese on your chest and burn yourself.” Yeah, sure. That was the reason.
Trey grinned. “Thank you, sweetheart, for worrying about me.”
He grabbed a slice and carefully held a napkin under it while he bit the end off.
When he still showed no sign of covering up, Carly bit into her own slice. It was going to be a very long night.