“I have coffee.”
Lydia perks right up and smirks at me.
“And I have a hard on.”
Our heads turn in unison to see Mark standing in the doorway of my bathroom staring at us like he just discovered the eighth wonder of the world. And he has a massive bulge in his pants.
“He’srealhappy to see you ladies together like this.” He chuckles and glances at me, narrowing his eyes. He knows exactly what happened to him.
“For fuck’s sake,” Lydia says under her breath. I almost didn’t hear her.
I sit stock still and hope against hope that if I don’t budge he won’t notice me and will move on. But this isn’t Jurassic Park, and he isn’t a T-Rex. He can see me. He can see a lot of me, if the gaze he rakes down to water level is any indication. My nipples half in and half out of the water harden under his gaze, and he bites his lip.
“Lydia?” I whisper, hoping that Mark won’t hear me.
“Artemis,” she corrects just as quietly.
I raise a brow and peek at her out of the corner of my eye. Her lingerie clings to her flesh like a second skin.
“Don’t look at me in that tone.”
“Why don’t you two finish whatever you were doing. I’ll go start that coffee.” He steps back, pulling the door with him. “We’re gonna need our energy,” he says with a wink before shutting the door the rest of the way.
“Should I hit him again?”
“Not until I get my coffee.”
