“Oh my god!” she says, her footsteps fast approaching until she runs into the bathroom with wild eyes. “Close your eyes! Get out of there!”
She dives in front of the shower glass, trying to block my view, but it’s too late; I’ll never unsee the dildo suctioned onto the shower wall.
I bark out a laugh while Connie blushes profusely.
“Kinky,” I casually tease as I lean on the side of the sink.
She huffs and rolls her eyes. Her body language shifts as if trying to save face, and she straightens her shoulders, crossing her arms.
“It’s really not,” she says with an annoyed tone.
“Oh? So every girl you know has a dildo in their shower?”
She shoots daggers at me with her eyes, and my grin widens. Before she has time to come up with a smart-ass response, I step closer to her.
“Is that where you do all your thinking?” Connie doesn’t move. Doesn’t react. I take another step forward. “What do you think about, huh?” I grab one of her belt loops and drag her closer. Her eyes grow wide, but she stays silent. My voice is lower when I speak next, my head cocked to the side, inches from her face. “You think about me, don’t you, baby?”
Her shocked reaction has me wishing my finger was on her pulse just to feel the effect those words had on her.
This time, when she speaks, her tone is not as self-assured.Her voice is a lot quieter and hesitant, almost a mumble. “You wish.”
I rarely feel like I have control over Connie, but right now, I do. It’s going to my headfast. I slowly drag my gaze down her body and then back up, my finger still hooked on her jeans.
“I wish for a lot of things.” I smile tauntingly. “More money. A luckier life. But right now, the only thing I’m wishing for is for you to show me how you use that thing.”
I’m eighty percent sure she’ll tell me to fuck off, but there’s still a twenty percent chance I witness a miracle today. She stares at me as ifactuallyconsidering this, and my heart rate quickens while she fidgets with the gold ring on her finger.
“We’ll be late for work.”
Her voice is so low, I barely hear her even though I’m standing right next to her. I don’t miss a beat, refusing for this moment to pass like all the ones that came before it.
“We’re already late.”
The silence returns, coiling around our limbs, threatening to snap a bone.
I can tell the very second Connie changes from apprehensive to determined. She cocks a brow, her face deadly serious when she finally speaks. “Put some music on.”
Holy.
Shit.
I swallow hard and lick my lips, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Sure.”
Walking backwards until I hit the counter behind me, I fish my phone out of my jeans pocket. I pick the playlist I made for our car rides together and slam my phone down, in a hurry to see what Connie does next. We lock eyes, and a faint grin appears on her face.
I’m already forgetting how to breathe.
She lets the first song play for a few seconds before beginning to take her long winter coat off. It slips down hershoulders, then holds it away from her body with one arm. With a flick of her fingers, she drops it to the ground, her eyes fixed on me.
I’m not sure how I’ll survive her undressing in front of me like this.
Next, she turns and leans into the shower, turning on the water before stepping back out. Facing me again, she pulls her knit sweater over her head, her red hair tumbling down over her shoulder when it’s all the way off.
The song’s tempo picks up, it’s now just as fast as my beating heart.
This isn’t a slow, sultry striptease. It’s a declaration of war.
I forget what to do with my hands.
