Avery:Maybe I shouldn’t have taken the bath. Blade seems angry.
Shirley:He’s all befuddled because there was a cute girl naked and posing sexily in the tub.
Edward:She dropped half a cupcake on herself. If only he knew the truth.
Shirley:Men like sexy food play!
Edward:No, women like sexy food play. Trust me, Blade doesn’t have blue balls. He’s probably mad that there is a wad of hair the size of Cesario clogging up his tub.
Avery:I didn’t clog up the tub!
I looked apprehensively at the door. I didn’t hear the water running. What was he doing in there?
Shirley:I bet he’s in there right now jacking off.
My pussy went immediately wet when I thought about Blade’s cock. I looked at the bed. I was still in my towel. I could be quick. With living in a room with other people, I rarely had any,ahem, time to myself. How long did Blade need to shower anyway? The water turned on. My hand slid down, then jerked up as cursing came from the bathroom. The door cracked open.
“Your rabbit bit me,” Blade snarled, half throwing a soaking Cesario out into the bedroom.
“You dumped water on him!” I yelled at Blade, marching over to the door. “What kind of person dumps water on an innocent rabbit?”
“He was in the shower,” Blade said. I saw a flash of toned muscle through the crack in the door before it slammed shut.
Avery:OMG Blade is completely naked in the bathroom!
Shirley:Good lord she’s starved. Yes, dear, that’s how it works.
Edward:She’s excited about naked men. Aren’t we all?
I dried off Cesario as much as I could then dressed for bed. I debated about putting on a bra. For modesty’s sake, I should probably wear it. Hell, I should just go ahead and do my hair and makeup and wear my winter coat.
But I needed sleep. I had to have a restful eight hours, or I was worthless, and I could not sleep in a bra. It didn’t help that I had my mother’s rack, as my stepmother never failed to snidely remind me. Avery could not get away with a dainty little bralette. My bras had enough underwire and bracing to conquer Stalingrad.
I frowned as I looked down at my pajamas, or what passed for pajamas: a pair of old SpongeBob boxers and a T-shirt with a hole in the armpit. They were soft and comfortable but the furthest thing from sexy one could get.
“There will be no sex in this bed,” I commanded. “This is just business.” Fortunately, the bed was large, a California king. I would barely register that Blade was even there.
I slid under the sheets.
“So soft,” I whispered, wiggling my toes.
Blade came out of the bathroom with only a towel draped around his waist and a scowl on his face.
“I forgot my clothes,” he said, disappearing into the closet. There was that unmistakable sound of the towel falling to the floor with awuff.
I pulled the comforter up to my chin. What would he wear to bed? Pajamas? Boxers? Did he sleep nude?
He walked out in soft black cotton pants, barefoot. Normally I saw Blade in a suit and tie. Even when I had seen him shirtless, he was in workout clothes and shoes. Now, with his hair damp and his bare feet making soft footfalls in the stupidly plush carpet, it was almost unbearably intimate.
This is fake fake fake, my mind chattered.
Blade looked up at the ceiling then back down at me.
“I normally sleep with little clothes on—just boxers, though in light of recent circumstances...” He rubbed a hand forcefully over his jaw. “I am willing to make concessions.”
“No shirt?”
“Shirts are constricting; it feels like someone’s choking me.”
