Page 27 of Merry Mischief List
“Sorry,” I say with a laugh, running my hands through my wet hair. “It’s the first thing I thought of.”
“Of course, because you’re Mr. Practicality.”
“Well, you can use the shower at my place,” I suggest, shutting off the water and grabbing my towel.
“I didn’t mind doing it here.”
“You didn’t even use soap,” I point out. “And do you know how unsanitary it is to wash off where hundreds of other people do daily?”
A shiver runs down my spine as I think about where I just stood.
“You’re a football coach and retired NFL player,” Andi scoffs. “You’ve shared plenty of gym showers with sweaty ass athletes, but you draw the line here?”
“Just because I did it doesn’t mean it was my preference. And besides, I intend onactuallyshowering when I get home. This was only to get the sand off so I don’t have to vacuum every square inch of my car. We can stop by your place so you can get clothes before heading to mine.”
“Fine, Porter,” she says, smiling sarcastically. “If you really want my wet, soapy body in your showerthatbad, then I surrender.”
I clench my jaw, trying to fight off the mental image she supplied. “Stop being a brat and go get in the car.”
* * *
“Yeah, you were right,” Andi says, walking into the living room in sweats and a sports bra with a towel wrapped around her hair. “That was the most glorious shower I haveevertaken. Who hastworain heads?”
“Well, I tho—”
“Oh my god!” she says, plopping down on the couch next to me. “Is it so you can shower with your fuck buddies?”
I smirk. “It’s definitely not adisadvantage…”
“Genius.” She laughs. “You got any food in this place? I’m starving.”
“I ordered Chinese.” Her face lights up at the news. “It’ll be here soon.”
“Maybe you’re more Prince Charming than Shrek after all. Two pulsating shower heads, Chinese food… What’s next? I bet you love giving foot rubs.”Nothing wrong with giving some pretty feet a little attention.I glance down to her feet, and she gasps. “Oh my god, you do! You have a foot fetish!”
“Fetish is a strong word,” I argue. “I just don’t have a problem rubbing a pretty girl’s feet.”
“You totally have a fetish. That bodes well for me.” She places her legs on my lap, waggling her manicured toes. “I’ve made fifteen thousand dollars selling feet pics on Only Fans this year. People say I have nice feet. My tuition fees thank them.”
“Fifteen thousand dollars?” I balk, taking one of her feet in my hand and holding it upwards. “For feet pics?”
“Are you one of my subscribers?” she taunts, poking me in the side with her free toe, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not,” I say, placing her leg back in my lap.
“Aww, too bad for you. I’ve got some great holiday content up.” She sits up straight. “Hey, I have an idea! Let me take a picture of you licking my toe, and we can split the compensation.”
That should not be such a turn-on.
A heavy sigh escapes me. “Why did I offer you my shower again?”
“Because you’re a stickler for proper hygiene,” she says, lying back down. “Don’t worry. I’m now clean head totoes.”
“Wonderful.”
“Let’s watch a Christmas movie,” she suggests, grabbing the remote.
“Sure, I haveBatman Returnsrecorded.”
