“Cute?” Trevor demanded, sounding dumbfounded.
“Uh-huh,” Zoe agreed absently as Toby dragged her to the front door. As she opened the door, she decided to taunt him just a little more. Just as she stepped through the door she added, “Cute just like my Red Sox tee-shirt,” Zoe said, squealing, whether it was from Trevor lunging for her or Toby taking off at a full run and dragging her behind him, she wasn’t sure. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t stop laughing as Trevor’s hand missed her bottom by a mile and he promised she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after he got his hands on her.
She knew it probably wasn’t the smartest thing in the world taunting him, but she just couldn’t help herself. He was so damn entertaining.
“Are you done yet?” Trevor demanded, again, as he paced the small confines of his bathroom.
“No and go away, this is getting creepy!” Zoe yelled over the sound of running water.
“If you moved your ass so that I could take a shower, I wouldn’t be bothering you, now would I?” he snapped back, feeling on edge.
“Jeez, someone’s bitchy,” Zoe muttered.
“I’m not bitchy!”
But he was. He really was and it was all because he was torturing himself by pacing the bathroom like an idiot while his body’s odd little obsession was only a few feet away, naked, wet, and sudsy. Granted, there was a wall between them, but the way he was feeling right now, it didn’t matter.
He didn’t like the way she made him feel or the way his body ached when she was near. He sure as hell didn’t want to feel this way about her. She wasn’t his type and he had absolutely no plans on changing his ways now, especially for her.
When he took a woman out, he liked showing her off, knowing that every man took one look at the woman on his arm and envied him. If he ever took a woman like Zoe out, they’d wonder what the hell was wrong with him and he wouldn’t be able to blame them because there was nothing perfect about Zoe and he couldn’t accept anything less. He would never be looked down on with pity ever again or have anyone think that he couldn’t do better.
“Go away!” Zoe said.
“Hurry the hell up!” Trevor snapped. “I have plans tonight.”
“So do I!” Zoe shot back, making him wonder what plans she had. As far as he knew, she never went out at night unless she was running an errand or hitting the pool at the gym. She was a bit of a homebody, but he didn’t think she was going to the gym tonight since she didn’t usually shower first.
“Where the hell are you going?” Trevor asked, giving up his pacing to lean back against the sink counter.
“Out.”
He snorted. “Out where?”
“Just out,” she murmured absently.
“Are we still on for the book tonight?” Trevor asked even though he knew there was a good chance, God willing, that he wouldn’t be around for that tonight. Then again, if it was a quick lay, he might be able to get back here in time.
“I, uh,” he could just make out the sound of her clearing her throat, “might not be alone tonight,” she said, stunning the shit out of him.
“You have a date?” Trevor asked in a disbelieving tone that probably came off a bit insulting.
“I could have a date!” she argued.
“But do you?” Trevor asked, noting that she hadn’t really answered.
“The shower’s all yours!” she said brightly, obviously trying to change the subject, which at the moment was fine with him. She could go out with whoever she wanted. He didn’t care. They weren’t really friends. She was his employee and tenant and nothing more.
Okay, so she also read to him at night and put a smile on his face first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, but she could still do that if she was seeing someone else. It would probably also help get his head straight if he knew that she was off-limits since he never poached. Well, he did, but he wouldn’t try to steal her since she wasn’t his type and sooner or later, his body would remember that.
Of course, if she started to date, he would really have to look into having the walls reinsulated. There was no way in hell that he wanted to hear her fucking some other guy. Again, not that he cared, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to wake up in the middle of the night to hear her scream some other guy’s name. He wasn’t a masochist, after all.
This could work, Trevor thought as he tugged off his tee-shirt and tossed it into the hamper Zoe picked up and demanded that he use. That woman could be so damn pushy sometimes. He still didn’t understand why he had to dish out twenty bucks for a hamper when the bathroom floor did the same job for free. She was just making more work for herself by having to pull all of his clothes out of the hamper instead of just picking them up off the floor. When he’d explained that to her, she’d rolled her eyes and told him to use the damn hamper.
Thinking on it now, Trevor really couldn’t understand why he wanted her. She was so damn bos-
A high-pitched scream broke off his thoughts.
“Trevor!” Zoe screamed.
