Shit. Not for the first - or second - time today, remorse churned in my gut. I could apologize, but given her opinion of me, she would think I was being insincere.
"Ryan?" A clearer picture of his face danced in my mind. I now remembered shaking hands with him last night when Barron re-introduced us because I had forgotten ever meeting him.
Damn. I was an asshole.
I also remembered that Ryan was about a foot shorter than me and probably about twenty pounds lighter.
"C'mon, Simon, I have shit to do today." She shoved the clothes into my arms, so I had no choice but to take them.
I held them out from me like they were diseased, my body recoiling at putting on clothing that I was starting to suspect belonged to a current or past lover of Sofia.
"They'reclean, Simon," she huffed in annoyance.
"Where does he shop? Walmart?" I shook out a grey t-shirt and curled my lip up in disgust.
Sofia gave another long-suffering sigh before snatching her keys up from the counter. A clear sign for me to hurry the fuck up.
"I mean, I know this is New Haven, but you still have online shopping here." I dropped my towel, uncaring that I was nude.
"You really are a -Jesus!" Sofia whirled back around when she caught sight of my nude body.
I gave an amused chuckle at her back. "C'mon, you paint nudes. You can't be shy over the human form." I pulled the t-shirt over my head and smoothed it down my torso. It was a little tight on me, which made me feel a little smug and offended that Sofia thought I was the same size as Walmart Boy.
"Just put the clothes on so I can leave." Her back was still turned to me, her posture stiff.
As I slipped into the black, polyester sweatpants, having no choice but to free-ball it, I let my eyes roam over Sofia's tight, shapely ass. I had never been an ass man...but hot damn, Sofia's high, firm, juicy behind was converting me quickly. Her body was a work of art, and I'd give anything to be able to palm those cheeks...maybe spank them until they turned red...finger that tight rosebud -
"Are you done?"
I slipped on the thin black hoodie, fiddling with the drawstrings to even them out. I eyed a faded patch by the front pocket and grimaced at the obvious signs of wear and tear.
I had a three-hundred-dollar hoodie from Nordstrom. People gasped in disbelief when they found out how much I paid for one item of clothing. But I'd had that hoodie for almost six years, and it showed no sign of fading. This was why I usually bought designer clothes.
I padded towards Sofia, who was holding herself rigidly facing the door. When I was a few inches away, I bent down towards the errant curl of dark hair against her neck and breathed in her unique, intoxicating scent. My dick twitched in the cheap fabric. "Finished, sweetheart," I murmured.
I watched in amusement as she turned quickly, jumping back from me. Her eyes swirled with annoyance as a deep flush painted her cheeks. Hmm...maybe she wasn't as unaffected by me as she pretended to be.
"Please respect my personal space," she ground out.
I held my hands up in apology as I took a step back. "Sorry, sweetheart."
"Whatever, let's go." She grabbed her keys and made for the door.
"Wait," I indicated at my bare feet. "What about shoes?"
"Oh, what size are you? Let me check in the back."
"I'm a twelve in dress shoes and a -"
"I'mjoking, dummy." She rolled her eyes before typing something on her phone. "I don't have men's shoes here."
"Then what am I going to do? It's cold out."
"I can't say I care, but you can think about it outside."
"Can't I just stay here?" I slowly moved towards the door she was now holding open.
"Hell, no." She swept her arm out towards the sparse hallway. "C'mon, I'm already late."
