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“I’m not really a bodyguard, per se. I do private securities. The actual tasks vary per client. I got into it last year after I left the force.”
“That sounds exciting.” She didn’t know exactly what that meant. However, she bet he looked sexy as hell doing it.
After a few more minutes of small talk, Sloane excused herself to take a very cold shower. She needed the distance to get herself under control. Never before had she wanted to run her hands over a man the way she wanted to with Max. Everything about him called to her. She had to continuously keep reminding herself what a bad idea it would be to run back out to wrap herself around him while licking every inch of his body. She stepped under the frigid spray and squealed. Holy shit was it cold.
“Are you all right?”
Max’s voice boomed from just outside the bathroom door. She shrieked, jumped, and lost her balance. She tried to regain her footing, but the slick shower floor had her scrambling to keep herself upright. Her effort, however, was in vain—she slipped and landed hard on her ass.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if her elbow and head hadn’t also connected with the side and back of the tub. She groaned as she lay there. Both embarrassment and pride kept her from getting up immediately.
The bathroom door flung open. Max rushed to her side, grabbing her fluffy pink towel from the counter on the way.
He turned off the cold water that had been streaming over her head. He picked her up and wrapped the towel around her quickly. Max made her step over the side and sat her on the toilet lid. Sloane’s teeth hadn’t stopped chattering, even though she was out from under the glacial spray. Wrapping her arms around herself tightly, she tried to warm herself. Max knelt in front of her, rubbing his warm, calloused hands up and down her arms and creating a mouthwatering friction, heating her skin wherever his hands were…and some places they weren’t.
“Damn, woman,” he barked. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
She merely looked at him in response. His eyes were wild, worry etched into them. The poor man’s clothes were wrinkled and had wet patches all over them from when he had picked her up.
He had the best lips ever. Sloane was tempted to lean over and lick them to see if they tasted as good as they did last night. He stopped rubbing her arms. The loss of heat pulled a whimper past her lips. He took her chin in his hand, studying her face as he tenderly touched the throbbing spot on the back of her head.
“Thankfully you don’t seem to have done much damage, but you’re gonna have quite the knot and a mother of a headache.”
“Already had the headache,” she murmured with a grimace.
“Come on, I’ll help you to your room.”
Something flashed in Max’s eyes before his body went rigid. He took a visible breath, then closed his eyes as he motioned to her. Glancing down, Sloane found her towel had slipped down far enough to show alotof cleavage and part of her left nipple. Oh my God! Max had just gotten an eyeful of her breast. Come to think of it, he’d pulled her out of the tub. Max had seeneverypart of her naked. Buck fucking naked. Sloane was mortified.
“Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry, Max!”
She pulled the traitorous towel up, securing it better as she stood. Too bad it left a lot of leg showing that way, but at least it covered everything important.
“You’re sorry?” He cracked an eye open to verify that she was now decent. “I should apologize for bursting in, but I was afraid you knocked yourself out when you didn’t answer me.”
“Thank you. I’m…I’m gonna go get dressed. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Sloane raced past him, locking the bedroom door behind her. More to keep herself in than to keep him out. After opening her panty drawer, she stopped and stared. What color would get Max’s undivided attention? She groaned at her stupidity. She didn’t need to think about the sexiness that was Max. She needed to figure out what to do about her failing relationship with Brody.
She grabbed a pair of panties at random and the matching bra. After she was finished getting dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt, she pulled her hair back and secured it with an elastic band. Except for her bangs—they were too short to reach the tie. Without a need to impress the sexy man that had already seen her drunk, hung over, and now naked in a heap at the bottom of her bathtub, she quickly put on some mascara and went to Max.
***
Max
Maybe he should ask her to use her shower. He needed an ice cold one to control his cock; it pushed against his zipper painfully. He’d barely registered her naked in the tub, he was so worried about her. It wasn’t until he was checking to see if she had broken anything or split anything open that he’d noticed her towel had fallen enough to reveal one perfectly pink nipple. He wanted to lower his head and take the bud between his lips.
He walked out of her bathroom, unsuccessfully brushing the wrinkles from his shirt while making his way back to the kitchen. Once he’d stepped around the corner, he found Brody looking down at the kitchen table. Confusion painted his face at the sight of not one, but two mugs of coffee. His head snapped up when he heard Max’s footsteps.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“What areyoudoing here?” Max answered. Better to let him think he didn’t know Sloane was this tool bag’s girlfriend.
“This is my girlfriend’s place.”
“Sloane is your girlfriend?”
The look on Brody’s face was a combination of uncertainty and anger. But Max was saved from further inquisition—just then Sloane strode in brushing her bangs from her eyes again.
