“Mr. McKenzie,” a suit of armor standing to the right of the door spoke, and Rylan greeted him kindly before unlocking the door with a physical key.
“As much as I am a student like everyone here, I can’t live in the dorms. It’s just not safe.”
He pushed open the door and gestured for me to enter first.
“Must be hard,” I murmured, wondering what it felt like to continuously be under scrutiny, and in some cases, attack.
I stepped into the room, our hands finally releasing as he closed up behind me.
“Getting to where I am is never easy. There are downsides to every decision I make.”
I knew those words for a fact. Sometimes I felt like everyone was playing a game of mental triage—looking at two decisions and deciding which one sucked less.
“Okay, so you’re like everyone else. But this room… mine definitely doesn’t look like this.” I laughed, moving from the heavy topic to something easier.
He had a suite all to himself with a sofa facing a flat screen, a full kitchen, and king-sized bedroom furniture. “Well, I did create this school. I should get a few extra perks.”
He winked and walked into a room I assumed was the bathroom. My thoughts were confirmed seconds later when I heard a faucet turning then the familiar sounds of shower spray.
“I know I’m asking a lot, but do you think I can borrow some clothes? I’ll give them back.”
I continued looking around, noting the details of his large suite.
“Hey Russel,” I said when I noticed the crow staring at me from a fake tree in the corner near the bed. Rylan had given his crow a whole corner of the room and made it look like a mini forest.
How cute.
“Of course. Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” he called from the bathroom doorway.
My breath stuck in my throat when I glanced his way. “I think you dropped something in there.”
Chapter Twenty
Dirty move, McKenzie
“Isaid I’d let you use my roomsans orgasms. I said nothing about being naked together.”
Rylan grinned without a lick of humility. And why should he? The man’s toned body radiated strength and confidence. Every bump, every muscle, and the hard length jutting over his belly button begged to be worshipped.
“Dirty move, McKenzie.”
I tried to keep my eyes on his face as much as possible, but thenitmoved, and my eyes followed.
“You don’t reach my position without stacking the cards in your favor.” He winked then left for the shower, giving me a spectacular view of his perfectly sculpted ass.
I quickly checked for drool and twiddled my thumbs together. I could join him, or I could stand here dripping wet and wait for my turn.
If I showered with him, then naughty thingswouldhappen.
I had wanted him earlier, but our fall in the gazebo cooled the tension. I gnawed on my bottom lip unsure which choice to make.
Then I waited for my magic to give me a sign— vomit flowers or a weird glow or anything to tell me I should or shouldn’t go into that bathroom.
Nothing. My magic was calm, peaceful even.
“Just see where it goes, Tempie.”
I tossed my hands to the side as if I could push the thoughts away and marched to the bathroom. I avoided looking at the man behind the glass shower door as I peeled off my soaked clothes. With my eyes safely fixed on the ground, I stepped inside the shower and into the spray.
