Lexie had been looking at the door knob when it came open. Slowly her eyes trickled up. She wasn't blushing, Cajun, if that's what you had expected. She'd seen naked men before. Naked hot men before. Though, she'd never seen naked hot men she was unequivocally frightened of before. Knitting her brow she stepped backward.
"Nothing," she breathed, turning around and walking back to her bed where she carefully started to right the sheets. They were just like her sheets at home. In fact, the duvet was the same, too. She didn't realize how much she loved her bedding until this moment. "Sorry," she said, looking down, shifting the pillows, too. "I just didn't know who was in there, that's all."