CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

The sound of running water in the bathroom did well to leave steamy images stuck in JoJo's head.

Images that had no business being there in the first place.

She could imagine that hot as hell body with rivulets of water running down every chiseled dip of it, looking hot as all hell get out, begging to be touched, caressed.

Thinking about it, about him was making her body burn with need for him.

And she had no business with that either, at least not tonight.

She was only here to help him because he'd gotten drunk and had become a holy terror and wouldn't let anyone that wasn't her touch him.

The doorbell rang, distracting her from her thoughts.

It was a welcomed distraction, she needed it, clung to it to stop her from herself.

She opened the door to room service, receiving the the food she'd ordered and the ingredient for a special hangover tea she'd learned.

She'd expected it to take paying a chunk of extra to get them b