“No need to apologize,” Fox said,calm as ever. He reached out to grab a towel, but he didn’t seem to be in anyreal hurry.
My eyes flicked down withoutmy permission.
Big cock.
Shit. Fuck.
I shouldn’t have looked. Ishouldnothave looked.
But itwasa bigcock. Uncut, too. I hadn’t seen a lot of that.
“I, uh,” I began. “I wasnapping and then I woke up and I honestly forgot you were even here. I’m notused to house guests.”
“No harm done.” Fox wrappedthe towel around his waist, saving me from glancing at his crotch again. Didprofessional boundaries mean nothing to me?
“You’re not the first personto see me naked,” he said. “And you’re unlikely to be the last.”
Right.
Fox was the kind of man whocould have anyone he wanted. Hot, British,definitelysexy, and with theperfect bedroom voice.
Given a choice, I would haveliked to see him naked for a little longer. I could have just stared at him andjerked myself off.
That wasn’t technicallyhaving sex with someone you were supposed to be working with, right? Not if Ididn’t touch him.
I shouldnothavebeen thinking like this.
“Umm,” I said, looking himup and down again before realizing I was standing in the doorway, blocking hisexit.
He took two steps toward me,close enough for the heat of his body to warm my skin.
A shiver ran down my spine.
“I, uh,” I stuttered. Whatwas I supposed to do, here?
“I’ll get out of your way,”he said, sidling past me so that wealmostbrushed upagainst each other.
“Um. Thank you?” I tried.That wasn’t quite the right answer, but it was the best I could come up with.
Fox smirked. “Pleasure’s allmine,” he said, sauntering away with the towel wrapped around his hips.
Don’t stare at hisass,Itold myself.
While I was staring at theteasing curve of Fox’s ass, unfairly hidden beneath his towel.
This was going to be a longweek.
FOUR
FOX
By some miracle, I managednot to burst into laughter until I was safely in the guest room.
I wasn’t laughing atQuinn, exactly, and I didn’t want him to think I was. But the whole situationhad been worthy of a chuckle.
The way he’d looked at mewas also… interesting. Like a man who’d been in the desert for a month lookingat a swimming pool full of fresh, clean, cool water.
No point in pretending Ididn’tlike being looked at like that. It’d taken all my willpower not to stand thereposing naked, waiting for him to crack and pounce on me.
