“Nope. What you see is what you get.” Or rather, whatIget.
“How about you take your bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s the least I can do since you’re putting your life at risk for me.”
“It’s all part of the job.”
I don’t give her a chance to argue. I pick up her two suitcases and carry them upstairs to what is now her bedroom.
13
Chloe
The next morning,I round up my clothes and head to the bathroom. The door’s shut, but when I try the knob, it isn’t locked.
I push the door open…in time to see Landon standing on the bath mat.
Naked.
Beads of water glistening on his tanned skin.
Oh, my.
The polite thing to do would be to turn around or close my eyes—except I can’t get my body to do either of those things.
I stare at him. In shock.
The man looks good with clothes on. But—holy shish-kabobs—out of clothes is a whole different story.
I figured he was lean and muscular, but I never realized how cut he is. He’s like a piece of art.
And that includes his rather endowed nether region.
My face heats to a temperature hotter than hell, yet I’m still unable to get my legs or eyes to cooperate with my brain. “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were in here.”
Landon reaches for his towel, seemly unbothered by my staring. His cock stirs to life under my gaze. “That’s my fault. I should’ve mentioned the lock is broken.” He wraps the towel around his hips. “I haven’t had a chance to fix it. I’ll get on that tonight.”
TheMayday, mayday, maydaymessage my brain is sending finally makes its way to my legs.
I swivel around and bolt, fully prepared to hide out in his bedroom for the rest of my life.
Possibly for all eternity.
A few minutes later, Landon calls out, “Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
I cautiously peer around the bedroom door and catch his clothed backside retreating down the steps. Then I scurry into the bathroom and have my shower. The entire time I’m in the bathtub, water sluicing off my body, I try not to dwell on how only a short time ago, the water was caressinghissoapy body.
Lucky water.
No, no, no—mind out of the gutter, please. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a naked male body, but that doesn’t mean I should lust over him like a horny college-aged girl.
My mind might be on board with that plan, but my body has other ideas. Every inch of it tingles with need.
I chew on my lower lip for a fraction of a second and reach for the body wash. I pour a small amount on my fingers and touch my now-aching core.
My near-quiet moan a minute later is swallowed by the noise of the water raining against the bathtub.…
By the timeI step downstairs, dressed for my day with kindergarteners, the heady aroma of coffee fills the air.
Exactly what I need after last night.
