His gaze settled rudely on my chest. "Unless youwantto put on a show."
I looked down and immediately saw what he meant. My pale-yellow T-shirt was still damp, and my bra wasn't nearly thick enough to hide the fact that my nipples were embarrassingly erect.
Well, this wasn't humiliating or anything.
But it wasn't my fault.
Earlier I'd been hot. Now I was cold. And, so were my nipples, apparently. Or maybe – and this was the worst part – they were responding to Brody on some primitive level.
The little traitors.
Now, my mortification was complete.
Still, whether Brody meant to or not, he'd done me a favor by reminding me that I'd need to be more careful in my attire – unless Iwantedto flash my goodies to millions of strangers.
And to him.
The jackass.
But I hadn't meant to flash anyone, especially someone who was making it his personal mission to humiliate me.Seriously, even when he was giving me a heads-up, did he have to be so rude about it?
But thiswasBrody Blastoviak, so yes, apparently, he did.
And already, he was turning away.
I called out, "Wait!"
He turned back and eyed me with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "For what?"
"A question." I cleared my throat. "The job offer – it included room and board. Do you know anything about that? Like where I'll be staying?"
He glanced down, taking in my stocking-clad feet. "Seems to me you already know."
My face flushed with renewed embarrassment.Great.Now like I felt like an oaf for removing my shoes. But I'd had a good reason. Stiffly, I informed him, "My shoes were messy."
"So?"
"So I didn't want to track grass through the house. Itisyour house, right?"
Without bothering to reply, he said, "Are we done?"
"No. You never answered my question."
"Which was…?"
"Where I’m staying. Is it here? In the crew house? Thatiswhat Waverly called it, right?"
"You could say that."
I wasn't even sure which part of my question he was replying to, but it was pretty obvious that my hunch was correct. "So…do you know who else is staying here?"
He looked at me for a long cold moment. And then, his lips formed a tight imitation of a smile. "Waverly."
My stomach sank. "What?"
I'd feared as much. Still, the confirmation felt like a kick to the gut. Even so, I reminded myself that it could always be worse. Sure, Waverly obviously hated me, but somehow, I'd make it work.
And besides, it wasn't like I'd be living with a whole group of people who hated me.
