“The sound of water running didn’t clue you in?”
“I didn’t listen at the door. I’m not a pervert.”
“Are you saying I’m a pervert?”
“No. I’m saying you should lock the door.”
“This is my house. I’m not used to locking the door.”
“Well, get used to it!”
I finally make it to the towel. I get to my knees to wrap it around me, but in my rush, I hit my head against the vanity. “Ouch!”
Zane leaps out of the bathtub and hurries to me. “Did you hurt yourself?”
He pushes my hair out of the way to examine my head. I slap his hands away. “I’m fine.”
He kneels in front of me and my gaze drops to his chest. The spattering of hair doesn’t distract from his muscular build. Wide shoulders, narrow hips, and a six-pack of abs in between. How I’d love to trace every single muscle with my tongue.
He snatches my towel from the floor and opens it. “Here,” he says as he covers me with the material.
“Thank you,” I murmur as I secure the towel.
“I promise I’ll lock the door from now on. I wasn’t thinking.”
“And I’ll make sure there’s no one in the shower before I barge inside.”
He smiles and two dimples appear on his left cheek. They only add to his sex appeal. As if he needs to be any sexier.
“We have a deal. Do you want to shake on it?”
“Nope. I’m good.” No way in hell am I letting go of this towel. With my luck, it’ll fall to the ground and it’ll appear as if I’m offering myself to Zane as a sacrifice.
I second this idea.
I ignore my inner voice. She’s always getting me in trouble.
But I’m fun.
Adele cries before I can give in to temptation. Because, let’s face it, I was going to give in. There’s a reason why I’m without a home at thirty-one, despite working since I was sixteen after all.
Zane cringes. “Duty calls.”
“I can go.”
He smiles but his dimples don’t make an appearance. “She’s my responsibility.”
I frown. Adele isn’t a responsibility. She’s a gift to be treasured.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“I’m good.” He stands. “Enjoy your shower.”
The second he shuts the door behind him, I slump to the floor. Phew. That was too close for comfort.
I need to keep my hands off Zane Raider. He’s a player, and players don’t stick around. And I want a man who sticks. Who wants to build a family and a home with me.
Zane Raider is not that man.
