“Chapter Three?”
“Fuck! Lake!” In the shower, Cage turned his back toward me.
The condensation-covered glass doors obscured my view of his naked backside, but only a little. My brain made a mental note, as brains do best, to freak-out in the form of a very private happy dance over seeing hisamazingbody. However, my mouth had its own agenda that seemed to be a few steps ahead of actual brain-powered thoughts.
“You’re responsible for these notes? The one in my carry-on and the one… oh my gosh,youhired Flint to get me out of jail? You sent that kid to return my car? And you gave me that note?”
Cage cleared his throat. His hands were pressed to the shower wall, head bowed. “I’m in the shower. By any chance is this something we can discuss in maybe five minutes and not in the bathroom with me naked?”
Then it happened. My brain caught up with my impulsiveness. Damn! NFL man of my dreams was so hot. I had to just take a moment and stare. There was physically no other choice. Ass muscles, glutes… Whatever. I loved a man with defined ass muscles, and his legs, back, and shoulders… magnificent.
“Lake Jones, are you getting in the shower with me?”
I wiped my brow. Man, it was hot in there. “Wh-what? Um… no.”
“Then get out.”
“Oh … OK.”
I left. As soon as I plopped onto the bed, I screamed into the pillow, my body jerked in every direction. It was too much for a girl to take, so I grabbed my phone and texted Lindsay.
Lake:I’m in Beijing with the man of my dreams and he’s in the shower. I saw him naked and we haven’t had sex. I’m dying. What do I do?
I tapped the screen of my phone like my impatience would expedite her response.
Lindsay:Please tell me it’s not that Jerry guy.
Lake:No. Football guy from Omaha.
Sadly, that was Cage’s code name between me and Lindsay. She knew the whole “one day, one everything” experience I had three years earlier. However, she didn’t know anything about our chance encounter in Minneapolis.
Lindsay:THE football guy? NFW!!!!
Lake:Gotta go. The shower just shut off.
Lindsay:Hurry, ride him before he gets dressed. Just do it, babe!
Lake:I’ll see what I can do.
Yeah… no, that wasn’t happening. Words were my thing. I pretty much talked nonstop, but “Before you slip on your clothes could you let me ride your cock?” was not in my wheelhouse of phrases I felt confident saying to a guy.
The door opened. The sexiest man alive stepped around the corner in jeans and a faded green T-shirt, hair still dripping.
“Were you serious about me getting in the shower with you?” Another classic example of my mouth going rogue. That was not on the teleprompter. I was supposed to address the notecards.
Cage rubbed the white towel over his head then tossed it on the back of the desk chair. “Typically if a woman comesinto the bathroom while I’m in the shower, it means she wants to join me.”
I frowned. “Oh. Is it typical for women to walk in on you while you’re showering?” Still, I was way off subject, but a more pressing matter took precedence.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No.”
I tried not to act too relieved, but I most certainly was.
“Why the notecards?” I pulled the sheet up over my chest; it hit me I wasn’t wearing a bra. Was it fair that I guarded my T-shirt-covered nipples after gawking at him completely naked? Probably not.
“You don’t remember?”
I remembered everything, even things I pretended not to remember because I didn’t want to look like a loser with no life. Chapter titles and notecards? That, I didn’t remember.
