The sudden sound of Mason’s voice caused me to squeak and jump back. “Is there a problem?”
“No,” I quickly muttered around my toothbrush and snapped my attention back to the sink.
Of course there was a problem. Bathrooms were private spaces. He shouldn’t be in here. What if I’d been doing something else? Oh my God, what if I’d been on the toilet?
I calmed down a bit when he walked past me and plucked a toothbrush out of a black cup next to the other sink. He was just here to brush his teeth, which as far as he knew, was what I was doing. There was nothing wrong with that.
I don’t know what I was worried about. Of course Mason wouldn’t try to do anything to me. The very notion was laughable. He hated me and guys didn’t do that stuff with girls they hated. I really needed to stop overreacting.
My eyes shifted back over to Mason and that thing between his legs that was resting on the counter.
I was overreacting, right?
“Whatcha looking at, Freckles?”
Damnit.
“Nothing.”
There was absolutely nothing to see in here. Except the sink. It was a nice sink. All shiny from water running down the black interior. Black? Just like his…
Nope… I’m not going to do it.
Shaking my head, I refocused on the ceramic bowl in front of me. Looking over there was not an option. Considering the mirror took up half the wall and covered both sinks, that was easier said than done.
Every time I looked up I could see that steel rod. It felt like it was staring at me through the fabric covering it. Why would he rest it on the counter? Maybe it got heavy? Sometimes my breasts did. I had a lot more than someone my size should, a fact that Lana was constantly reminding me about.
She claimed to be jealous of my cleavage, but she didn’t know what she was asking for. My chest was always getting in the way and pulling on my bra, digging the straps into my shoulders. Maybe guys’ members were the same? There were times when I’d like to rest my boobs, so…
My eyes wandered back over to Mason’s side of the mirror.
Why shouldn’t they?
“Keep eyeing my dick, Freckles, and you’ll earn yourself an up close look.”
And just like that, my curiosity melted away. The only thing I was concerned with now, was finishing up and getting out of there – which apparently I wasn’t permitted to do.
Mason headed for the shower while stripping off what remained of his clothes, and I made a mad dash for the exit. Almost made it, too. Had my hand on the knob and everything when his voice rang out.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Not wanting to risk looking over there, I hung my head. “Back to the room.”
“Oh no you’re not.” His snicker hit my ears, mingling with the soft whirl of the shower door being pulled closed. “Take one step out that door and I’ll drag your ass in here with me.”
“But you’re naked,” I pointed out.
“I’m also hard as fuck.” The warning in his tone was clear. “I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you.”
I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t stop myself from spinning around and snapping, “I’m not staying in here.”
The frosted glass shield between us lasted about point two seconds. Next thing I knew, the door to the shower was pushed open and Mason’s wet head appeared.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Anger and hatred was something I was used to seeing in those bright green eyes. This was different. It was dark and threatening. An intense glare that told me one thing.
You just messed up.
