I was definitely going to need a search for cameras, which would be a lot easier if there weren’t so much useless space. The toilet had its own room, with a cupboard for storage, and the shower and bathtub were separate.
Although I wouldn’t complain about the four-claw tub’s size, or the roof of raining water in the shower. The abundance of counter space and two sinks on the other hand…
Since when did someone need more than one sink? What was I supposed to do with the other one? Wash my feet while I washed my hands? That’s what the shower was for. I did like the color scheme, though. A dark jade green with black accents. I wasn’t much for green, but in here it looked good.
Half the time I scoured the room for tiny lenses was spent glancing over my shoulder. Every little sound echoed off the tiles walls, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Even my own breath bounced back at me and vibrated through my ear. I finally understood why one of my foster sisters used to complain about the prank calls she’d gotten.
Never thought I’d miss the confinement of the closet-sized rooms I was used too, but I did. There wasn’t a huge chance of finding someone hiding in a small room. Something like this, however… three people could fit in the cupboards. A thought that did nothing for the sensation causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. Not even after I’d searched every inch.
I pushed my jitters aside and climbed in the shower to strip. As I tossed my clothes on the floor, I paused and narrowed my eyes. I could’ve sworn I had white panties on. Did I even own any pink ones? I mean, I must. It wasn’t like I kept track. They were just something to wear.
Oh well.
I shrugged it off and turned the water on.
Whatever concerns I had were washed away with the warm drops that rained down. This shower was quite possibly the best thing I’d ever felt. The spray was so relaxing, and the scent of the shampoo—cherry blossoms with an undertone of jasmine—was a treat for my nostrils.
How did I ever get by using that cheap drugstore crap?
Another bonus when I was all clean, I didn’t have to leave the stall to get a towel. There was a rack that sat in a dry corner with three crisp white towels hanging off it. I was seriously considering living in these tiled walls.
Especially when I stepped out.
My heart leapt out of my chest as a pair of dark eyes zeroed in on me. I screamed and sprang back, whacking my tailbone against the corner of the stall.
“Don’t hurt yourself,Bréagán.” Devlin leaned against the counter and snickered as I rubbed my sore backside. “That’s my job.”
Pause for internal groan.
I was really starting to hate him.
“Get out,” I ordered, while throwing my finger up at the door.
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
His cold stare rolled up to mine. “I mean, no.”
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. Invading someone’s personal space was one thing, but to outright deny their privacy? How’d he even get in here? I was pretty sure I locked the door. Didn’t want creepy uniformed girl to come in and offering to dry me off.
Shit!
I glanced down at the towel around me, then over at the pile of clothes on the floor.
When Devlin’s leg stretched out, taking a long stride in my direction, it wasn’t embarrassment that warmed my cheeks. I knew I had a decent body and wasn’t shy normally, but the way he looked at made me feel… lesser? Judged, maybe? Like he thought I should be down on my knees, kissing the ground he walked on.
Attempting to firm my stance, I crossed my arms and said, “Why are you here?”
“I should be asking you that. This is my house.”
“Yeah, well, it’s mine too.” I argued.
While it felt weird to call this place my home, I couldn’t help but roll my shoulders back and glare at him.
That’s right, asshole. What else you got?
