KATY'S POV
My eyes widen, and instinctively, I press a finger to my lips, signaling Braydon to keep quiet. His brows pull together in confusion, but I don’t wait for him to get it. Grabbing his arm, I tug him toward the bathroom.
“Don’t make a sound,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He nods, his eyes glinting with amusement like this is some kind of game, but it’s not funny. My pulse is all over the place as I quietly shut the bathroom door behind him.
For a second, I stand there, adjusting my shirt and trying to catch my breath. I know there’s nothing technically wrong with what we’re doing but it definitely doesn’t feel right having him here when Mrs. Katherine’s the one who paid for this room. The thought of her walking in and finding a very s*x-craving jock in here is not the k
