I laughed, slipped my hands under the jersey, and undid my jeans, tugging them down my legs. This wasn’t like me at all.I’d had no interest in any of this for so long, and now suddenly, out the blue, I was having fun. Just when I’d started to think I’d never have fun again.
“Is this where you admit to wearing my clothes naked, Brody? I’m proud of you. Get it off your chest.”
He chuckled, his gaze fixed on me as I kicked my jeans off and was left in just the jersey.
I straightened up slowly, heat moving through me like a wave.
“Sadly, they didn’t fit,” Brody drawled and then cursed. “Fucking hell, heathen. Are you trying to kill me?”
“Hmm, only every other day. Hadn’t you noticed?” I asked. “Oh my God!” A thought struck me. “My stuff’s in the gym, isn’t it?”
I backed toward the door, grinning.
“No, it’s not. Don’t waste your time going down there. Just stay here and distract me some more.”
I reached the door. “No way, I’ve figured it out. My stuff is in the gym, and I’m going to get it right now!”
I grabbed my phone, turned around, and made for the door, reaching the hallway and running along it. Three floors down, I found the gym. I snapped all the lights on and wandered along the aisles of equipment, ignoring Brody telling me to give up.
In the locker at the very bottom, I found a large black duffel bag stuffed full of my things.
I set the phone down against the weight rack and hefted the bag for him to see.
“Oh no, looks like you lost this one, Sinclair,” I laughed, opening the bag and taking out a much-beloved huge, holey black cardigan and hugging it to my chest.
“Yeah, well, I guess you were due a change of clothes. You were starting to smell,” Brody muttered.
I gave him the finger and kept rooting through the bag.
I pushed aside the cough medicine.
“Don’t even think about it,” Brody warned.
I paused, realizing that the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. Somehow, with the running and the auditions and this back-and-forth with Brody, I’d stopped feeling like glugging cough syrup before I left the house.
I didn’t know how to thank him for that. I had no idea where to start.
I closed my hand around my vibrator, and a wicked thought occurred to me. No, I wouldn’t be thanking Brody anytime soon. I couldn’t let him just win our battle of wills that easily.
But, he wanted a distraction.
I could give him one.
I lifted the vibrator out of the bag and waved it toward my phone, still connected with London.
“Looks like I’ve got the rest of my evening sorted out.”
I straightened up and grabbed the bag, swinging it over my shoulder, and approached the phone.
“This is goodnight.” I gave a small wave to Brody, the vibrator in hand.
I reached for the phone to end the call, when his deep voice rang out.
“Don’t hang up.”
I paused, my hand halfway toward the phone.
“What do you mean?”
