“That’s not really your decision,” Zoe said tightly. She’d been bullied enough over the last three years. She wasn’t about to let Trevor think that he could boss her around, well, and not pay her for it, that is.
“You and I came to an agreement last night, so I think it’s safe to say that it’s very much my business,” Trevor said, making her more than a little nervous.
What had her drunken big mouth gotten her into now?
“Um, and what agreement was that?” Zoe asked, trying to sound calm and collected when on the inside, she was freaking out and hoping that whatever he was about to tell her was insignificant like promising not to drink, which at the moment, she was completely on board with.
He ignored her question and asked one of his own. “Is there any hot water left?”
“Plenty,” she said, knowing there was at least ten minutes of hot water left. The water pressure might suck, but at least the hot water tank was huge.
“Good,” he said, sounding really close. “Pass the soap, would you?”
She was about to roll her eyes at his lame “shower neighbor” joke when she realized two things. He just said that in her ear and there was something hard and thick brushing up against the middle of her back.
Swallowing hard and praying that this was some kind of alcohol-induced hallucination, Zoe slowly looked over her shoulder and may have screamed.
“Are you done yet?” Trevor asked as if stepping into the shower naked with her and sporting the largest erection she’d ever seen in her life was perfectly normal. Maybe in his world, it was, but right now, she was still gasping for air and holding a hand over her chest, trying to make her heart stop pounding erratically against her ribs.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” she demanded once she didn’t have to fight to breathe.
“I own the house,” Trevor explained as though she were slow as he reached around her and snagged the soap off the soap holder. He held the soap up to his nose and smelled, frowning. “Strawberries and cream?”
“Yes,” Zoe answered automatically as she did her best not to let her eyes drift over the most amazing body she’d ever seen and failing miserably. When she somehow managed to pull her gaze away from the rather impressive appendage that seemed to be reaching out to her, Zoe gave herself a mental shake and forced herself to focus.
“I meant, what are you doing in my bathroom?” Zoe demanded, only remembering now that she was naked too late and only because she caught him running his eyes over her naked body and licking his lips hungrily, which was pretty flattering and hot, but something that she needed to ignore if she expected answers anytime soon.
“Why wouldn’t I be in here?” Trevor asked as he washed his body. “You and I have an agreement.”
“To save water by taking showers together?” she asked, confused and wondering just how much she drank last night.
He chuckled as he stepped forward, giving her no choice but to step back or have that monster between his legs whack her in the stomach. She turned slightly so he couldn’t get a good look at her body as she watched him rinse off.
“You know what agreement,” Trevor said, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to her lips that left her confused and really turned on. It had been five years, after all, and Trevor was one of the hottest men she’d ever seen. Any woman would be turned on to find herself naked in a shower with a man she’d never thought would look at her twice, never mind look as though he was ready to pounce on her.
“Please refresh my memory,” she said, wondering what kind of agreement would include joint showers and kissing.
Grinning, Trevor leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers, once, twice and once more, making her stand on her tiptoes to follow his mouth as it moved away.
“I meant about the agreement,” she said, sounding breathless even to her own ears. Such a simple kiss and she was ready to jump him. Five years was way too long to go without sex.
“Well,” Trevor said, dipping his head beneath the showerhead. “You and I decided that we should have an exclusive, mutually beneficial sexual relationship without the relationship.”
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she sorted through his words. “Do you mean friends with benefits?”
He sighed heavily. “My definition was better, but yes. You and I agreed to have all the benefits without the relationship.”
Zoe opened her mouth to tell him that he must be joking when everything from the night before came crashing down on her. Every embarrassing moment and word had her inwardly wincing and wishing that she could bury herself in a hole.
That is, until something else occurred to her.
“Damn it! That bartender played me!” Zoe gasped, remembering that the bartender kept the drinks coming until she forgot to ask for her change. “I must have tipped him close to fifty bucks,” she grumbled unhappily. Damn it. That was her spending money for the month.
“That would explain why he loaded the drinks with alcohol,” Trevor said, reaching past her to shut the water off, which was probably a good idea since the water had started to cool.
“Fine,” Zoe mumbled, feeling like an idiot. She didn’t usually part with her money so freely. Thankfully, she had plenty of money coming in where fifty dollars shouldn’t make that much of a difference, but it did. She had plans for her money and she was doing her damndest to stay on a budget.
“Why do I have a feeling that you’re no longer thinking about our arrangement,” Trevor muttered unhappily as he wrapped a towel around his hips.
