Drake paced outside the bathroom. He hadn’t spent that much time talking to a woman he wasn’t going to fuck in a long time. It was strange to discover that he couldn’t take his eyes off her face. The more they sat there talking, the more beautiful she became. Why had he dismissed her as simply cute?
He felt like he could have talked to her for hours more. When she went to take a shower, he felt restless. He checked the doors to make sure they were locked, then he checked his bedroom wondering if he should insist that she sleep in his bed. He pulled off the dirty sheets throwing them to the corner where his laundry basket overflowed. He found two sets of clean sheets, one for the bed and one for the couch. He put the sheets on his bed and pulled out the couch and put sheets on it. The mattress was a bit lumpy for the couch making him frown. He didn’t want her to have to sleep on it. He went to the bathroom door to let her know she could sleep in his bed when the door opened suddenly and he had sweet feminine flesh pressing against him.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Drake stared down at the short woman. He heard her moan in the bathroom and was worried about her. When she opened the door her arousal filled the room and hit him hard. He took a deep breath and his cock immediately reacted. Her hair was longer than he thought hanging down in a long wet sheen. Water droplets soaked her t-shirt molding her breasts with their tight peaks. He licked his lips.
“I’m fine. I hope I didn’t take too long.” Jinx tried to move around him, but Drake moved closer, making their bodies to rub against one another. That brief touch left him with no doubts that, although she may be short and small, she was all woman.
Drake put his arm up on the doorframe to keep her trapped in the small space. He deepened his voice and used his sexiest smile. The one that always got a female reaction. “You know, we could share the bed.”
Jinx blinked up at him and the expression showed surprise. Then she licked her lips as she looked him up and down. She cleared her throat. “Sorry. I’m not interested.” She ducked under his arm and scooted out of his embrace.
What the hell? He cleared his throat, acting like her response didn’t bother him. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
He shut the bathroom door behind him and wondered why she would refuse him. No female ever had before. Looking into the mirror at himself, he did look a little rough. His hair was a little frizzy because he had run out of conditioner and badly needed a shower. Besides, did he really want to break that rule of his about not having sex with someone he worked with? He was stronger than that.
