Completely fucking naked.
My eyes can’t help but wander down to his cock, which is massive even when it’s soft. Before I can inspect it further, I grab a nearby towel and cover myself.
“Why are you showering in my bathroom?” I demand.
He glares at me but doesn’t even try to cover himself up.
“Don’t you meanmybathroom?” He frowns as he grabs a towel and begins drying himself off. “This bathroom is attached to my bedroom.”
I glance at the slightly ajar door behind him leading to another bedroom.
Wonderful.
“Will you be done soon?” I ask, wrapping the towel tighter around myself.
Lachlan doesn’t smile as his eyes rove down my body slowly, like he’s drinking me in.
“I’ll be done soon,” he grits out.
I look between him and the glass shower door, wondering if I should save my integrity and wait my turn.
But then I think, fuck this. And fuck him.
It’s my bathroom too.
His eyes widen slightly as I drop the towel onto the floor and smirk as I walk to the shower, turning it on and stepping inside.
I don’t look at him as I wash myself, but my skin prickles with awareness as I lather my hair with shampoo.
When I bend over to wash my legs, I chance a look up, and what I see has me nearly gasping.
Lachlan is leaning against the bathroom vanity, arms crossed with the towel wrapped around his hips as he watches me. His cock is pressing against the white material, and his eyes aren’t dark with lust or arousal.
They’re menacing and furious.
It startles me. Last night, while he was more serious than Max and Otto at times, he was still nice to me. But right now? I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t murder me.
“What changed between last night and now?” I ask, standing up as I rinse the conditioner out of my hair.
His jaw feathers as he considers my words. The steam makes it difficult to see him clearly, but I don’t miss the way his nostrils flare.
“Last night was supposed to be a casual hookup,” he says, his voice low and deadly. “I never expected to see you again. I neverwantedto see you again,” he adds cruelly.
I disguise the hurt searing through my chest by releasing a quick huff of laughter.
“Well, I was surprised, too. It’s not like I planned it.”
I turn the shower off and step out, reaching for my towel. But when my eyes flick up to his face, I don’t miss the way his eyes trail down my naked body.
And it’s really hard to miss the most obvious sign of his arousal.
Instead of covering myself, I slowly begin to pat myself dry as I arch my back.
He shakes his head and looks away. “You have no fucking idea how hard I’ve worked for this?—”
“Oh? Is that so? I don’t remember reminiscing about who had it harder last night when you were deep inside of me. Because I have news for you, Lachlan Weir. My life was far from easy, and I worked my fucking arse off for this, too.”
I drop the towel when I’m done, knowing that I have an advantage over him by arguing naked. His expression oscillates between fury and interest, and I smile when his eyes lock onto my chest.
