Shit, shit,shit…
When Nelle rounded to face me, smugness gleaming in her eyes, a jolt of creeped-out revulsion shuddered down my spine. I jerked back, forearm rising instinctively to ward her off. The soap slipped from my slackened fingers and skidded across the shower floor.
Holy Zrenyth!
“What the fuck is up with your face?!” My startled voice boomed inside the small room.
It looked like a thick slather of goopy mud had exploded from a geyser all over Nelle’s face. Most of it was sticky-wet gray, while other parts resembled dried plaster that had cracked like a disfigured statue.
She glared back at me, industriously brushing her teeth.Ssshhh… shsssshsshhssshhhh… ssshhhh…Minty-green toothpaste frothed all over her lips like a kid who had shoved their mouth into an ice cream cone. “It’s a facial mask, Crowther,” she snapped back with a look I imagined beneath the muck to beduh. “It exfoliates and hydrates, and afterward my skin is super soft and glows.”
I blinked. Well, shit, that actually sounded good. I wondered if she’d let me touch her cheek afterward, to feel how soft it would be.
Nelle shifted about to lean her elbow cockily upon the vanity, crossing an ankle over the other, while jabbing her toothbrush at me. “Now get on with the show. I was enjoying myself.” She leered at me, checking out my ass like she was at some kind of skeezy strip club, tossing dollar bills at my feet.
Indignation sparked.
The sassy little assassin really had come in here to mess with me.
I swiftly rinsed myself off and turned off the shower. The soapy water gurgled softly as it ran down the drain.
Nelle rolled her eyes and scoffed at me. “Gods, Crowther, so this is how you’ve been spending your time. Jacking off like a horny schoolboy.” She snorted and then turned away to face the vanity, scrubbing her teeth and ignoring me.
I rankled at theschoolboyjab. There was nothing boyish about me at all, and she godsdamned well knew it.
Horny?
Fuck yes, I owned that shit.
Stalking closer, I warily studied her profile and all that weird gunk. “You started it. Can you blame me with all that taunting you’ve been doing?”
“Get a grip, Crowther. I was just reading—”
“Erotica.”For fuck’s sake.
Her lips twitched with a smug smirk.
Heading for the towel rack, I caught her stealing swift glances as she tracked my movements.
Interesting…
I slowed my pace to rotate a shoulder and roll my neck as if easing a crick.
And I saw it.
Her lashes fluttered to half-mast as she leisurely drank up my naked physique, thinking I wasn’t paying attention. Her cheeks puffed out with a slowly expelled breath before the nip of white teeth on a toothpaste-frothy lip. The air suddenly spiked with a wild floral scent, and my entire body tightened in response to her arousal. I barely suppressed the low growl that threatened to rattle from my chest.
Nelle blinked, rallying herself. She spat out a mouthful of toothpaste, rinsed her toothbrush, and put it away in the glass canister next to mine. Stretching her short stature as tall and imperious as she could muster, she half-twisted around to faceme. Her mean mouth was parting to say something snarky, I expected, when I whipped around to snatch a fluffy towel from the rack. I dramatically flicked it open with a flourishing snap like a hedonistic matador.
But did I cover up?
Fuck no.
Soft fibers soaked up the moisture from my hair as I rubbed the towel over my head. I took my sweet time, slowly pacing the bathroom as I wiped up the beads of water running down my chest and made sure my arms were dry, paying special attention to my biceps, flexing them and watching her mouth fall open even further as she devoured the veins on my forearms with a wide-eyed gaze.
Instead of wrapping the towel around my hips, I casually hung it around my neck to leave my cock pointing at Nelle, waving hel-fucking-lo.
Nelle blinked as if startled from a daydream. Her gaze snapped up to mine. “This isn’t a photoshoot for Playgirl, Crowther.”
