“No. Quite the opposite,actually.”
I opened the bathroom door and cocked one brow in herdirection.
“Yep, that’s what I thought.” She nodded andturnedaway.
“What’s wrong withmyhair?”
“Nothing,” she said,grinning.
“Obviously there is if you had to specifically mention it. Is this one of your weird germ-phobiathings?”
“No.” Emma laughed. “Unless, of course, you have little creatures growing in that crazy wilderness – then keep awayfromme.”
I exaggerated my ‘offended look’ for her benefit. “I’ll have you know thatnormalwomen find my curl-to-lash ratio a major sellingpoint.”
“Only because you have a handsome face. It offsets the rest,” she replied, sounding bored; but when she caught my eye, hers twinkled inamusement.
“You have an interesting way of deliveringcompliments,Emma.”
“I’m only teasing you because you knowyou’rehot.”
“So you’re saying if I had a face like a gargoyle, you’d be nicertome?”
“Of course.” Emma stood up, stretching. Her long angles and toned body were a visual I didn’t need if I was going to be coming out of the bathroom anytime soon. “Finn,” she said, whining. “I have to brush myteeth.”
I opened the door wide for her to join me. “Be myguest.”
“You aremyguest. Nowhurryup.”
“I’m almost done. You keep distracting me with all your nit-picky little insults.” I shut the door on her, but then remembered one more detail I thought she might appreciate and opened the door again. “And the only creatures that would be growing in my hair would be ones I’d specifically putthere.”
“Do I even wanttoknow?”
“There was thiskittenonce…”
“You’re so weird, I can’tevendeal.”
Grinning, I shut the door. That should do it. I grabbed my backpack and took a quick look at my less-than-appealing reflection in the mirror. Did I actually have to prove to this woman that I was more attractive than she was giving me credit for? Jesus, she was finicky… Ilovedit.
All right. You know what? Game on! If she wanted pretty, I’d give herpretty.
After performing a quick shave and sprucing up the old curls, I was satisfied with my transformation and ready to vacate the premises until a throbbing ache in my ribs doubled me over. I heard Emma groan from outside the door when I turned the shower on again. I’m not positive, but I think she made some snarky comment about me jacking off. The thought had actually crossed my mind. This could be a rough nightwithoutone.
I stuck my head in the shower and inhaled a heavy dose of steam. The humid temperature filled the small room, opening up my lungs and making breathing slightly less uncomfortable. I thought back to the doctor’s advice. When he’d said to take it easy for the next few days, I was pretty sure he hadn’t been envisioning a weekendlikemine.
Once I’d wrapped an elastic bandage around my ribs, an internal debate over clothing became my new focus. What exactly was she expecting tonight? Was this truly going to be a platonic situation, or did she expect me to make a move? And if I made a move that was unwanted, would she turn me over to the security guard in the hallway? And what the hell was all that about anyway? Emma was definitely a mystery. Her signals were all over the place. If she were a traffic light, cars would be colliding right and left. In the end, I opted for a t-shirt and boxers, deciding it was the most neutral of all theoptions.
Big mistake. The minute I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes focused on Emma, who had changed into a form-fitting white tank top and flowy shorts that reached high up on her shapely thighs. The room was chilly, and her nipples had taken notice. I immediately stiffened, and I was forced to cover my bulge with the backpack. I shuffled to the couch and sat down, replacing my backpack with a pillow and willing my body to behave. Emma stared at me, but it was unclear what she thought of my makeover. Her lack of reaction gave me noencouragement.
“Bathroom’s free,” I said, in an attempt to break the awkwardness and send her onherway.
“Oh,right.”
When she emerged a few minutes later, she glanced at me and then quickly looked away. My eyes shifted to her chest again. She wasn’t a large-breasted woman, but those point-blank tits… my god. My pillow levitated. Was Emma really committed to sleep? I watched as she bent down to fluff the sheets, and that rounded butt in those little shorts caused my cotton dick-shield to tip over on its side. But this was definitely looking more and more like a platonicsleepover.
She slipped under the covers. “Okay, well…goodnight.”
“Goodnight. Emma. Thanksforthis.”
