Rather than dwelling on itand sitting around worrying, I got up and headed for the bathroom, strippingoff and turning the shower on. Not only would the shower clear my head, it’d wash off theanxious sweat that even I could smell on myself.
Not that I expected Gray toget close enough to sniff my armpits or anything, but still.I’dfeel betterafter a shower, and if Gray insisted on spending the night this time, I wouldn’t have thechance again.
The second I stepped underthe warm spray, the whole world seemed a little brighter. Tight muscles in myback loosened up immediately, a wave of sheer physical pleasure rippling downmy spine.
I wasnotgiving upthe water pressure in this apartment over someone trying to freak me out.
Or worse, over somethingthat was happening entirely in my own head. Who would have been knocking on mydoor without either calling out, leaving a note, or texting me to let me knowthey were on their way?
It didn’t make anysense.
So the most logicalexplanation was that I was going nuts.
Somehow, that was morecomforting than the thought that there was actually something going on. My ownbrain, I could handle. I’d been handling it for years.
Besides, hot showers curedeverything.
Well, except the urge tojerk off over the thought of sucking Gray’s cock again, which I’dgiven into a couple of times now. I even deserved to treat myself, since I’dbeen scared—andresponsible—but since the responsible part had involved textingGray, I felt like it wasn’t the greatest idea.
It was also a bad idea tothink about how good it’d felt when he’d touched me, how badly I wanted tofeel his big, strong hand wrapped around my cock.
It was an evenworseidea to wonder if I was making up the knocking so I’d have an excuse to bringhim here because I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Emily’s party keptreplaying in my mind, over and over. Gray had been socharming, to her and tome, and then…
I felt awful for walkingaway on him like I had. It had been the smart thing to do, but I stillregretted it.
Regardless of how stupid itwas, Iwantedhim. Nothing was getting the thought of him out of myhead, and I got the feeling that ignoring what was going on between us wouldjust end in more regret.
Regret that I was just goingto have to live with if I wasn’t willing to get involved.
It’d started to seem less likea bad idea to screw my bodyguard because it was unprofessional, and more like abad idea because that would mean letting him in. If I let him in, then he’d beclose enough to hurt me.
Safe as I felt around him, Iwasn’tsure I was ready for that. Even if Ihadjust texted himto come over so he’d be closer.
Sighing, I shut off thewater and stepped out of the shower. I doubted I was subconsciously smartenough to come up with a plan where I scared myself half to death just to getmy hot bodyguard to come over and protect me.
The most reasonableexplanation was either that I’d imagined the knocking because I was still scared,or that there had been knocking somewhere in the building and I’d just toldmyself it was on my own door.
And now I’d dragged Grayacross town on a Thursday night because I was an idiot.
Was I supposed to becomforting myself? It wasn’t working.
Drying my hair off, Istepped out of the bathroom just in time to see my front door swinging open.
The scream that escaped merang in my ears, my heart pounding in my chest. Someone was coming into myhome, and I was standing here naked.
I was about to get murdered,naked.
My head spun, and thetelltale fuzziness around the edges of my vision that told me I was in dangerof passing out started to overwhelm me.
Oh no.
Ohno.
I was going to pass out,naked, andthenget murdered.
“Miles?”
