Once steam gathered in the small space, I stepped in and sighed happily. Instantly, I could feel myself relaxing, forgetting the awkwardness of the past twenty minutes.
I shifted my weight to reach the shampoo.
My foot slid forward with the confidence of someone who absolutely did not know they were about to eat tile. Time slowed. My stomach dropped.
“No-no-no—” My arms flopped up and down as I windmilled, a gasp bursting from my lips.
I grabbed for the wall… faucet… anything. But I only managed to grab onto water. Slippery, mocking water.
My hand slapped uselessly against the tiles, leaving a dramatic smear that did nothing to stop gravity from doing its job against my dignity.
For one horrifying second, I was convinced this was it. I would meet my maker, naked and undignified, taken out by water.
I somehow managed to twist, landing in a graceless heap instead of fully face-planting. The showerhead continued spraying me mercilessly, as if attempting to drown me.
“You okay in there?” Kian’s voice came through while I lay there, sprawled, soaked, staring at the ceiling.
The shampoo bottle toppled over and bonked me lightly on the arm, adding insult to injury.
“All good,” I groaned, pushing myself upright, and winced. “Don’t come in.”
Not that he could, since I locked the door.
Once on my feet, I glared at the small shower, muttering under my breath, “Fuck love triangles with psycho ex-wives. A lot of people experience that, but have they ever tried to grab water?”
“What was that?” Kian asked.
I let out a sigh and yelled out, “Nothing, just talking to myself.”
After my near accident, I took the fastest shower of my life. I couldn't risk another slip. There was no way I’d survive it a second time.
Ten minutes later, I came out wearing denim shorts and a white T-shirt to find my suitcase zipped up and ready to go.
His eyes held mine, dark and dangerous. “How many toys do you have, Sophie?”
I swallow the lump in my throat.Fuck!
“I found your vibrator,” he said calmly, pulling it out of his pocket. “What would you like me to do with it?”
Please God, I want to die.
I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. He stepped closer to me. “Did you use it last night?”
God, right now would be an excellent time to grant me my wish.
Unable to push a lie past my lips, I settled for the next best thing. “That’s for me to know and you?—”
“And for me to find out,” he cut in, flashing me a smile that made butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach.
“No,” I fired back. “And for you to never learn.” There was no way in hell I’d admit to using the vibrator while thinking about his muscular body and full lips.
He took another step, the material of his suit brushing against my chest. “If you share, I’ll tell you what I did in the shower last night.”
The air crackled between us while X-rated images flickered through my mind.
“What?” I whispered.
He tsked. “I asked first.”
