Even urinating on the middle of his floor and then mopping it up would have been less humiliating than the awkward situation that I’m in right now. I try to cover as much of my skin as possible while staying seated. My bare thighs and the top of my ass are exposed to his gaze though, and he does nothing to hide his staring.
“Look, this isn’t like aMaid in Manhattansituation where I’m in your closet getting caught trying on your fancy, expensive furs.”
“Made in what?” he asks, completely confused.
“Oh my, of course you haven’t seen that movie. Wait, don’t you have a sister?”
He nods. “Is it a chick flick?”
“Chick? That’s a bit demeaning and outdated, don’t you think? Especially for a lawyer.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs dramatically. “You know what I meant.”
“Yes, it’s a ‘chick flick’ and a damn good one. You should watch it some time when you’re sitting at home on your white couch that never gets used.”
“Stop trying to deflect. Now that we’ve established that you’re not in here trying on my expensive, non-existent furs. Whatareyou doing? Are you... pooping? Did you clog the toilet?”
“No!” I shout, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The corner of his lips twitches upward.
“It’s okay, pooping is a normal bodily function.”
“I’m not. I had to pee and couldn’t hold it anymore. I was going to clean the toilet after I finished.”
He chuckles. “I’m just giving you a hard time. What happened?”
“My thong is stuck in the zipper of my skirt.”
“Really?”
“Dead serious. It was supposed to be a quick pee, but I got distracted by my phone and I zipped the silk into the teeth of it.”
He smiles and shakes his head before stepping into the bathroom then dropping to his knees, kneeling before me. Now at eye level, I see he looks more tired than the last time I saw him.
His warm, green eyes have the slightest bags underneath them and if the clippers setting out on the counter were a sign that he’d recently shaved, it looks like he’d looked at them this morning and decided he didn’t have the energy.
He’s wearing one of his usual, expensive looking suits but his tie is slightly undone, just enough to make me worried that something isn’t right.
“Hey... are you okay?”
He runs his fingers through his soft, brown hair, messing it up. “Not really.”
“Is there something that I can help you with?”
He chuckles. “Unless you can turn around my losing streak and tell my dad to piss off, no.”
I bite down on my lip, feeling a small shred of guilt. I know taking his boxers couldn’t have anything to do with that, but I figure I’ll offer.
“Do you want the lucky boxers back?”
He smiles. “No. I meant what I said. You look better in them.”
“Why do you think you keep losing?”
He hesitates before turning his full gaze on me again and there’s something much more sincere behind his eyes this time andholy hell, does being captured in his sight do something to my core.
He takes off his glasses and rubs them on his shirt before putting them back on.
“I’m distracted.”
