Yes, Ido.
She stalked to her suitcase and unzipped it. “I’m going to unpack and then have a shower. You can use the bathroom first if you want.” She gestured at a different door from the one we had enteredthrough.
“Teenage you had a bathroom in your bedroom?” It was a toss up on whether I should laugh or not be toosurprised.
She shrugged her slim shoulders, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. “I know, it’s kind of excessive. Maybe that’s why I love my apartment back home. It’snormal.”
“And you prefernormal?”
Smiling, she nodded. “Normal is great. Normal is what I missed out on growingup.”
That, I could relate to, but for different reasons. Until my grandparents had taken me in, I had missed out on normal too. It was the reason I didn’t see kids in my future. When your father played in the NHL, normal was not part of your life—far fromit.
I know what you’re thinking. Plenty of players in the NHL have had kids, and not all of them turned into mini car wrecks. But you know what they say about the apple and thetree….
Naturally, my cock got the apple and the tree analogy all wrong. It threw in Adam and Eve into the mix—and somehow came up with me naked in the shower withHolly.
“So…about that shower,” I said. “You planning on joiningme?”
Holly flicked her teeth against her lowerlip.
She was consideringit.
Wait forit…
“Definitely not,” she said. “Remember ourrule?”
Ah, yes. The idiot no-sex rule I had sadly agreed to. But in my defense, I’d agreed to it while dealing with a hangover. That alone should’ve made it null andvoid.
My lips twitched up to one side. “So you’re saying no showersex?”
She looked as though she was about to answer, but not with the one I was hoping for. She didn’t have a chance. She yawned instead.Twice.
“Why don’t you have your shower first,” I said. “I can wait till you’re finished. You look ready to fall asleep on yourfeet.”
Before she could argue otherwise, I turned her around by the shoulders and gave her mouth-watering ass a little pat to send her in the rightdirection.
Without another word, she entered thebathroom.
She re-emerged twenty minutes later, wearing nothing but a white bathrobe. Her face was free of makeup and her shiny red waves spilled down her back. She was like the angel and devil on my shoulder, all wrapped up into one eroticfantasy.
She peered at my open suitcase on the floor by the sofa, the contents a jumbled mess. “You didn’tunpack?”
I shrugged. “Never do. I’m used to living out of my suitcase while on theroad.”
She gave a small nod and walked to hers. Then I watched with amusement as she awkwardly crouched next to her highly organized luggage, her hand clutching her robeshut.
I chuckled. “Are you done with thebathroom?”
“Yes, I can get dressed in the closet while you’reshowering.”
Exhaustion suddenly steamrolled over me, and it was my turn to yawn. I grabbed a pair of briefs and my toiletries and headed for thebathroom.
All I had on when I returned to the bedroom following my shower were thebriefs.
Was Holly impressed that I was practicallynaked?
It was hard to tell—given she was fastasleep.
