I entered my code to unlock the lobby door and we walked to the elevator. As we stood there waiting for the ancient elevator to make its way to us, I noticed Knox looking around.
“I know it’s not much, but when I first moved here, it was all that I could afford. It’s a miracle I found something with an elevator at all, really.”
“I wasn’t thinking that,” he said, shaking his head slightly.
The elevator dinged and we stepped inside. I had obviously noticed how tall Knox was when we met, but it wasn’t until we were in the small enclosure of the elevator that I noticed how built he was. His shoulders were broad, his thighs were the size of both of mine put together and—dear God—he smelled great, even with shawarma covering his shirt.
I unlocked my door and walked inside, hanging my bag and keys on a hook as I flipped on the lights. Knox took a look around my apartment. I loved this place, but watching him analyze everything shook my usual confidence.
“Here, let me get you some paper towels and we can wipe that stuff off your shirt.”
I dampened a paper towel and started to work on the stain. Damn, this guy was nothing but hard muscle. I didn’t know if it was the fact that I hadn’t slept with anyone in months or the alcohol still coursing its way through my bloodstream, but this had me sensing things I hadn’t felt in a while. My pulse quickened and I was having a hard time just focusing on wiping at the spot. His muscles tensed under every touch.
“Um…” I cleared my throat. “Maybe you should take your shirt off and just rinse it in the sink?” I needed to stop touching this guy.
He stared at me like he was digesting what I had just said before it clicked for me.
“Oh gosh! I don't want you to take your shirt off just so you get naked. Sorry. I just thought maybe rinsing it off would help it not look like you had dried cum on your shirt.”Did I just say that?“Oh my gosh, that’s not what I mean. I mean, it is what I mean but not in a bad way….”Boy, I am digging myself a very large hole here.“I’m going to go see if I have another shirt for you.”
I turned to my dresser and started digging through the drawers. Surely I had an old shirt from an ex-boyfriend. Although even if I did, I wasn’t sure the shirt would fit Knox. I had never dated anyone his size and build.
I kept searching and heard the sink running. I found an old shirt of my brother’s and hoped it would fit. It would probably hug him like glue, but it would do the job. I turned around to see Knox shirtless in my kitchen, tattoos of mountains and pine trees trailing up his right arm before morphing into an enormous dragon and scrolls that spanned from his shoulder blade across to his chest.
Holy shit.The muscles on his back were tense as he rubbed the shirt in the sink.Is back porn a thing?Because I think a new kink has been unlocked for me.
Get a grip, Birdie!He’s a human being, not a piece of meat for you to ogle at.But if he was a piece of meat, he’d be wagyu beef, because damn.
Knox turned around and caught me staring.Abort dirty thoughts, he knows! Play it cool.
“I have this shirt!” I yelled.Yep, you’re so cool.
The next thing I knew, water was spraying all over my tiny kitchenette and Knox was fumbling to turn the knob on the sink.
“Oh shit!” I sprinted across the small space to discover thatthe faucet had fallen into the sink, spraying water all over the counter and walls—and Knox.
“The knob isn’t working,” Knox said, his usual cool demeanor wavering.
I dropped to my knees and reached under the sink to cut off the water.
When I pulled myself out from under the sink, I was face to face with a wet crotch. Just like everything else on Knox’s body, it was large and well-built, his wet jeans doing absolutely nothing to hide the outline of his thick cock.
Knox cleared his throat.
Oh shit. I was just staring at his dick!
I jumped up, slipped on a puddle, and fell straight into Knox’s chest.
“I am so sorry. I did a lot of the improvements myself, but this faucet has been acting finicky lately. Typically, I’m really good with my hands and working tools. I mean,” I choked on my words, cursing the alcohol fogging my brain and making me unable to form coherent sentences, “not like that. Well, I mean I’m not bad in bed, I just mean—” I stopped myself and took a breath. “You know what? I’m just going to stop talking.”
“Where’s your toolbox? I’ll fix this and then I’ll leave.”
“No! It’s freezing outside. You can’t walk back to the hotel with wet clothes. That’s just asking for a cold or pneumonia. There’s a dryer down the hall, it’ll take maybe ten minutes. You take your clothes off and I’ll go get some towels.”
I went to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels from under my sink. This night was not going how I had thought or even planned. Never in my wildest dreams could I have thought I would meet a prince, drink with him and his friends, and then have his right-hand man covered in water in my kitchen.What a night.
I stepped out of the bathroom and locked eyes with aboxer-briefed Knox. I stood there for a good few moments just looking at him.
Towels!The man needed a towel.
