“Okay, that is so gross,” I mutter under my breath.I turn to Ford, my nose scrunching in disgust.
“What is it?”He moves closer to inspect the balled up fabric the same way I had, though he’s much braver than me.He picks it up between two pinched fingers protected by latex gloves.
“Is that what I think it is?”I ask.
“Yup.That’s underwear.”
“So, someoneelsehad sex in here?”I squeal.
“Considering the sky blue and lime green on the mirror compared to the hot pink on this specimen…” He gives the underwear in question a pointed look and wiggles it back and forth.“Seems that way.”
“Gross.”I step back as if the thing is contaminated with an STD.Then again, it very well might be.Who has sex in public then leaves their underwear for someone else to find?Like, seriously?
With a flick of his wrist, Ford tosses the underwear into the garbage bag and takes off his gloves, adding them to the growing pile.When he realizes I’m watching him, he meets my gaze.“What?”
“I’m sorry, that is so nasty.Who has sex in public?”
He gives me a pointed look.“You do remember what you and I were doing that night, right?”
My cheeks heat at the reminder.“I believe we already covered that.”
“Yeah, and if it wasn’t our first time, I would’ve bent you over and fucked the shit out of you.”He moves closer.“And you would’ve let me.”
The burning in my cheeks grows as I look at the ground, unable to hold his gaze.“Okay, even if there is some truth to that statement, you were there to make sure no one could see us.”
“True.”
“And these…whoever they were, most definitely did not have the same connections to the cameras, let alone the doors.Someone could’ve walked in.”
“Maybe they were okay if someone walked in,” he offers with a shrug.
A cackle escapes me.“You’re joking.”
“What?Is there something wrong with the idea of people enjoying watching other people get off?”
“Oh, so you’re into it?”I tease.
“Are you asking if I get turned on when I watch other people orgasm?”
My face heats even more at his candor, but I don’t reply.How can I?Other than a couple of movies here and there, I’ve never even come close to watching someone orgasm.
Reading my expression as a confession, Ford’s jaw drops.“Don’t tell me you’ve never watched porn.”
My eyes bulge.“Excuse me?”
“Answer the question.”
“Why no, no, I have not.”
“Are you serious?”He laughs.
“As ED,” I return, tossing his well-used phrase back at him.
His grin stretches even more.“All right, June Bug.I’m officially intrigued.Have you ever touched yourself?”
While I do appreciate his genuine interest, admitting I’ve only orgasmed with him feels a little…I don’t know.Pathetic, maybe?Add in the differences between our sexual experiences in general, and I feel like a fish out of water.
Our cleaning task forgotten, I drop the rag to our feet and cross my arms.“Where are you going with this, Ford?”
