Liam is now in hysterics and has to put me down to regain his composure. “You have a way with words,” he says when he finally catches hisbreath.
I take the opportunity to run into the bathroom and head right for the shower, cranking the hot water on as high as it will go. Why couldn't I have been the drunk one? I have no clue how I’m going to look at themtomorrow.
I hear the door of the bathroom open and close. “I thought I told you to turn the vent on,” Liam says. Of course, that would be the only thing he’d be thinking about at this moment—the vent. He hits the switch, and I hear it rumble abovemyhead.
When Liam opens the shower door to join me, I suddenly feel way more naked than I am, even though that isn’t possible. The light is beaming down on us, and I feel eyes boring into every part of my body as if I were a piece of art. “So, shower sex looks like it’s going to be a therapy session instead,” he says, seemingdisappointed.
“Really? I’ve been working here less than a week, Liam. You’ve been here for fifteen years or whatever. That wasmortifying.”
“Fifteen years? Wow. Yeah, I haven’t been living here since Iwasten.”
I drop down onto the stupid little bench thing and lean my head back against the wall, totally exposed, trying to forget about my nudity and replace it with concern for what Samantha and Daniel think of me. “They’re going to think I’m easy . . . or sleazy. I don’t know which isworse.”
“Nothing really wrong with either, in myopinion.”
My head falls to the side as I give him a sour look. “I’m noteither.”
“You sure are horny,” he replies way tooquickly.
“No, I’m not. I’m completely normal.” I’m not sure what I even mean by that. It sounds like I go around asking other twenty-two-year-old girls how many times a week they either get fucked or masturbate. That’s the only way I could classify myself asnormal.
“Eh, that’s debatable.” Liam, turns his back to me, showcasing his perfect, hairless—just how I like it—ass, as he pours shampoo into his hand and lathers up his short,caramelhair.
“Do you have any pride?” Iaskhim.
He glances over his shoulder at me and tries to look at his ass. “Tons. Look at thatthing!”
“It’s hard to see much else in here,” Ireply.
He agrees complacently and continues soaping up his hair. His cocky, unfazed attitude toward what just happened pisses me off a bit—maybe more than a little bit—enough to want to match him in this unsaidpursuit.
I take the side wall shower hose I enjoyed earlier and quietly turn the dial up to the highest massage setting. Acting quickly, I spray it right up hisperfectass.
“Holy fucking mother of hell. Shit, what the fuck?” hescreams.
Laughter is pouring out of me, uncontrolled, and unstoppable. That was the funniest thing I’ve seen in the longest time. He’s still staring at me with wide questioning eyes, but I can’t stop laughing. I feel like I may have just won, so simply, yet so perfectly. “Sorry, it slipped,” I manage toburstout.
“The shower hose slipped off the wall, and the massage dial slipped all the way to the right?” Oh, he’s got a sexy, raging look in his eyes, and I’m loving it. I know I’m pushing his buttons, and I have no intention ofstopping.
“Yeah, it can happen. Obviously, because it just did.” I’m smiling. There’s a lot to smileaboutnow.
“You just shot hot water up my ass with a high-speed massage setting. Do you have any clue what that feels like? How would you like an enemarightnow?”
“Well, I don’t know what it’s like to have hot water sprayed up my pride-filled ass if that’s what you’reasking.”
Liam snatches the hose out of my hand quicker than I’m able to react. “You seem to think you’re going to get away without finding out?” he says, grinning sinisterly. I know Liam is all about games, and I can tell by the challenging gleam within his sea-green eyes that he likestowin.
He turns the dial on the hose back up to the setting I shot him with, and he grabs my arm, pulling me from the bench. I have my free hand in front of my butt, preventing him from the payback he thinks I deserve, but as if he were skilled at disarming a person, he manages to trap both of my wrists within the grip of hisrighthand.
“Are you scared?” heasksme.
I’m clenching so hard I must have cottage cheese dents all over my poor butt that I try so hard to keep inshape.
“Relax, baby, I promise you, it’s just payback,” he says, whispering intomyear.
A fit of laughter pours from my throat, and it causes me to loosen my clench, which can’t happenrightnow.
He laughs with only his breath as I feel the water shoot up my poor little-puckered hole. His hand releases my wrists as he grabs my breasts, squeezing themtogether.
