And boy did he ever.
Chapter 41
Arden
Dumbfounded, I stood staring at the bathroom door.Brody wasn't working.
He wasshowering.
But why here?
It made no sense. Back at the crew house, we had two perfectly good showers. Okay,oneof those showers was in my bedroom, but that was beside the point.
The whole thing struck me as just a little bit strange.
I was standing in the same upstairs hallway where I'd begged Brody on my knees to save the house. Andhewas in the same shower where he'd surprised me on that very same night.
At the memory, I crossed my arms and glared daggers at the bathroom door.
It was shut, and probably locked too. It's not like I'd tried the knob or anything, even if Iwastempted.
It wasn't for lust, or even curiosity.
It was for justice.
What Brody needed was a taste of his own medicine.
I should barge in there and see howheliked it.
Unlike so many walls throughout the house, the walls surrounding the bathroom remained intact. Soon – probably tomorrow – the plaster would be stripped away, and new drywall would take its place.
No doubt, the old plaster would've been gone already, if not for the fact that it would render the bathroom unusable to anyone not wanting to put on a show while conducting their personal business.
Privacy – we all needed it, right?
But Brody hadn't cared aboutmyprivacy.No. Not him.Whathe'ddone was make a hole in the wall to spy on me. And then, he'd busted through the door like some sort of axe-wielding psycho.
Axe or no axe, he'd scared me half to death.
And had he ever apologized?
Not hardly.
The longer I thought about it, the more irritated I became.
Inside the bathroom, the shower was still running. I could hear it, even if I couldn’t see it. Still, I could imagine what it looked like in there – or rather, whathelooked like in there.
If I were a betting person, I'd bet my last penny on the odds of him looking very fine.He'd be naked. And wet. And probably all sudsy, too.
At the mental image, I felt my body start to respond in ways that were more than a little unsettling.
Damn it.I hadn't come here satisfy my ill-advised lust. I'd come here to chew his ass out.
And yet, the thought of Brody's ass – with or without bite marks – made me swallow in the quiet hallway.
I glanced toward the peephole – the one he'd made on that very first night. Someone – heaven knows who – had stuffed a wadded paper napkin into the hole, which meant that unless I was willing to yank it out, peeping on Brody was completely out of the question.
It didn't matter. I'd never do such a thing. It felt sneaky and weird. Plus, I'd look totally pathetic if I were caught in mid-peep.
