Even his question was irritating.What did I want?
As I eyed his naked silhouette, I could think of multiple answers, but none that I'd ever act on.
The bathroom's towel rack was long gone, which meant that Brody's pelvis – unlike mine a couple of weeks ago –wasn'tobscured from view.
Even through the frosted glass, I saw way more than I'd ever anticipated. His body wasn't sudsy, but it was definitely wet.
My gaze drifted to his pelvis, and my breath caught. The cold temperature hadn't impacted him at all, if you know what I mean.
At the sight of his glorious form, I felt heat rise to my face and then, even worse, drift downward to settle somewhere in the middle – and Ididn'tmean my stomach.
As far as his question, I knew exactly what I wanted, and it was the dumbest thing in the world.
I wantedhim.
But Iwasn'tdumb. Or at least, I tried not to be.
Shaking off the distraction, I boldly announced, "I came for revenge, that's what."
At this, he laughed. It wasn't a big laugh, but itwasannoying.
Damn it.I was supposed to be throwinghimoffhisgame, not the other way around.
I demanded, "And how'd you know it was me?"
"Aside from seeing you through the glass?"
Not too long ago, I'd been in Brody's position – naked in the shower after someone had barged in. During that whole embarrassing fiasco, I hadn't recognized him at all. Then again, my shower had been a lot steamier, and Brody hadn't been on my radar in the least.
And that wasn't the only difference between the two scenarios. From what I could gather, Brody hadn't panicked one single bit, even as I'd been kicking like a madwoman at the door.
This could only mean one thing. "Wait a minute. You knew it was mebeforeI busted in."
Sounding annoyingly amused, he asked, "What makes you say that?"
"Because you stayed in the shower."
"No kidding," he said. "I wasn't done."
Well, goodie for him.
"So, tell me," I persisted. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Easy," he said. "You're the only one crazy enough to do that."
I felt my jaw clench. SoIwas crazy?Not him?
Talk about nerve.
"Hey!" I said. "You did it to me first."
"So?"
"So maybe you deserved a taste of your own medicine."
"Yeah? How's that workin' out?"
For me?Actually, the whole thing was horribly unsatisfying. I hadn't gotten the reaction I'd wanted, and I was hugely – pun intended – distracted by his naked silhouette.
