But what?
She, who never ran out of things to say, could think of nothing. No spin to save this.
To save herself.
Trevor guided her out of the elevator and around her neighbors who didn’t even look at her. They must have seen the report, and the elderly couple was embarrassed for her.
She was embarrassed, too, which made her feel like a hypocrite again when she thought of all the people she’d embarrassed with her previous press releases. And maybe that was why she was in no hurry to issue any statements to exonerate herself.
She felt like she deserved this.
But Trevor didn’t.
While some of his partners seemed to have questionable ethics, he didn’t. He took on the big corporations for the little guy like his friend Wally.
She paused at the door to her penthouse and stared up at him.
“Can’t find your keys?” he asked.
She pulled the key ring out of her purse, but she held tightly to the keys when he reached for the ring. “You saw me home,” she said. “You don’t have to come inside.”
“I have to make sure you’re safe,” he said. And he took the keys from her hand and unlocked the door.
“You can see,” she said, “nobody’s here.”
But he walked through the foyer and checked out every room. “Are you a bodyguard or a lawyer?” she asked when he joined her in the kitchen.
“I will gladly guard your body,” he told her with that wicked grin of his. But instead of touching her body, he touched her hair. “You should take a shower, warm up.”
She did feel frozen to the bone like the ice queen she’d tried so long to convince everyone else she was. Maybe she’d been too convincing.
“You can go,” she told him again. “I’m safe.”
He shook his head. “You’re not safe at all.”
But she suspected he wasn’t talking about her being in danger but about her being the danger. She was a danger to him. Someone had already gone after him and his partners in order to get to her.
“Trevor—”
He pressed his fingers over her lips as if he knew he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say. “It’s your turn to do what I say,” he said. “And I’m telling you to get into the shower. Now, before you turn blue.”
Her skin was so pale that it did tend to turn bluish when she got cold enough that her veins stood out. She shivered as the chill permeated even deeper into her bones.
She would argue with him later, once she was warm. Then she would make him see that his partners were right. It was best she had nothing to do with Street Legal or with him.
But once she was standing in the master bath, on the cold marble floor, she struggled with the buttons on her wet dress. Her fingers were so cold that they were nearly numb. Then a shadow fell across her, and she glanced up to find that Trevor had joined her.
“What?” she asked him. “Did you forget to check the shower for the bogeyman?”
He shook his head. “No. I realized I’m wet and cold, too.” He’d already unbuttoned his damp shirt. He pushed it from his shoulders and dropped it onto the floor. Then he reached for the buttons of her dress, but like in her office, he only undid a few of them before giving up and lifting it over her head. It dropped to the floor with his shirt. Then his jeans and underwear joined the pile.
And her purple lingerie slipped off next, the bows untied. She shivered despite the heat of his gaze, the desire in his green eyes.
He cursed, probably still over not having an umbrella. Then he turned on the shower. It heated quickly, so he tugged her into the big, open spa-like shower with him. The warm spray sprinkled down on her.
Then Trevor stepped into the shower with her, and she warmed even more, the heat of desire filling her as she watched the water streak down all his sculpted muscles.
The man was masculine perfection, his muscles rippling as he moved. While she stood there, too entranced to move, he washed her hair and her body, his hands sliding a soapy loofa over her every curve.
