“I can’t go in my work clothes.”
Britta looked me up and down, one eyebrow raised.“Do you even have clothes that aren’t work clothes?”
I mean...not really.But I had some work clothes that were better than others.Tonight’s outfit was bottom of the barrel: baggy jeans, a black T-shirt, black Converse, and my hair was piled on top of my head like a cinnamon bun gone rogue.
I imagined Twister in his cut, looking all hot and sexy like he always did, and groaned.“I’m not going,” I blurted.
Twister was drop-dead gorgeous, and well...I was just drop-dead.
“Get out of your head, Tempi, and go on the facts.”
I rolled my eyes.“The facts are I’m chunky and look like I need a shower.”
Britta grabbed a glass and filled it with ginger ale.“You’re not chunky; you are all sexy curves, and you can take a shower to fix the other problem.”She took a sip of her drink.“Now, run upstairs, shower, change, and haul your cookies down the street to the clubhouse.I promise I’ll be fine by myself, and if I need you, I will call.”
“I shouldn’t be leaving you alone.”
Britta pulled out her phone, swiped a few times, and held it to her ear.A moment later, it rang loudly.
“What’s up, B?”Tyson answered.
“Hey, brother,” Britta called.“I’m trying to get Tempi to go ride the local biker, and she won’t go unless you come over here and watch me like someone’s going to kidnap me.”
“Kidnap you?”Tyson chuckled.
Britta smiled.“Ain’t gonna happen because I like my cupcakes and cookies too much.Just get here so Tempi can go for a ride on her biker.”
“Britta!”I hissed.Thank God there wasn’t anyone within earshot.
“I’ll be there in twenty.That soon enough?”Tyson replied.
“Perfect,” Britta said sweetly, then ended the call.She wiggled her fingers at me.“Now go run upstairs to shower and get dressed.”
“This is crazy,” I muttered.
“You are crazy,” she corrected.“Goodbye, Tempi.Enjoy your biker.”
She turned and winked at me over her shoulder.
I threw my hands in the air but headed upstairs anyway.There was no sense in arguing with Britta when she got like this.
I opened the door to my apartment, kicked it shut behind me, and headed straight for the bathroom to turn on the shower.Steam began to fog the mirror almost instantly.
I went to my closet and surveyed the situation.It was basically a collection of jeans and T-shirts.I had two button-down blouses, but the last time I wore one was to my dad’s funeral.That was not the energy I wanted tonight.
Comfort.That was key.
I grabbed my Def Leppard shirt and my favorite pair of jeans.Moving to my dresser, I opened the top drawer.I could get a little racy with my underwear, though.The odds of Twister seeing them were slim, but hey, a girl could dream.
I grabbed the teal and black lace set, then headed to the bathroom.
I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower.It was an everything shower, deep wash, exfoliate, shave...everywhere.I didn’t think anything was going to happen with Twister, but it never hurt to be prepared.
After scrubbing, shaving, and rinsing off twice, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel.I blow-dried my hair, skipped makeup—I didn’t wear it anyway—and got dressed.Once my shoes were on, I headed back downstairs.
Tyson was sitting at the bar with a burger and a beer.
“You clean up good, boss,” he called as he popped a fry in his mouth.
