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I was aware too late that the move likely only enhanced my cleavage, and I didn’t want to look down to make sure I wasn’t showing nipple. But my bra would cover that. At the very least, he was getting a peek of some pink lace.
“What act?” I asked.
He tilted his head, eyeing me curiously. “Do you need some music?”
Why would I need music? And more importantly, why wasn’t I on my way out the door?
His towel was bunching up a little in the crotch area. Was that…? Oh my God. Had I given him a hard-on?
I should run. I should get out of here as soon as possible. Some tall, bulky, super-gorgeous guy was eyeing me like he wanted to have me for dinner.
And that was the problem. This guy wasn’t just some perv. He was sexy as hell, and I wanted to see what was under that towel as much as he apparently wanted to see me naked.
What was going on? I was a virgin. I’d never even had the slightest desire to have sex. I’d crushed on guys, and I’d been on plenty of dates, but the reality never lived up to the fantasy. I wanted that fantasy so badly that it hurt sometimes.
And this guy was straight out of my fantasies.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Don’t let him think you’re easy. Those were the words that ran through my head. I wasn’t easy. I was about as hard to get as they came. I was finicky, fickle, picky… I could call it whatever I wanted, but it had kept me from getting naked with a guy so far.
Today, though, I didn’t seem to be the Piper my friends knew and loved. This was a side of me I’d never seen before, and it intrigued me.
“You want me to take off my towel first?” he asked. “Is that part of the act?”
There he was with the “act” thing again. I didn’t have an act, but it was clear he thought I’d been sent by his friends as some sort of prank.
“You’re just about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said. “And I’ve seen a lot of women.”
I was sure. He’d probably slept with every single one of them. He was a guy, after all, and he looked to be in his mid-thirties. If he wasn’t married or in a serious relationship, he had to be getting sex somewhere.
All of these logging guys were former military. My boss at the restaurant said they were tough customers, but they tipped well and kept their hands to themselves. I had a feeling that this guy would put his hands on me if I asked, though.
If I didn’t get out of here soon, I just might end up asking.
I should go. Those were the words that were supposed to come out of my mouth. I should have turned, holding my skirt down so it didn’t rise up, and bolted out the door. I’d earned my money. I’d done my job. Grayson and his buddies could have a big laugh at the misunderstanding later, as long as I got paid.
Or I could see where this went and give this Grayson guy a night he’d never forget.
“It’s a deal.” He reached for his towel, but then he suddenly paused. “Wait, how do I know you’re going to hold up your end of the bargain?”
“You think I’m going to get you naked and walk out of here?”
“Maybe that’s part of the prank,” he said. “Trick me into taking off my towel.”
“I had no way to know you’d be in a towel when I arrived,” I pointed out.
“But my coworkers did send you?” he asked.
I nodded. “With muffins.”
I was being dead honest here. If he still wanted to believe I was sent to take my clothes off like some rent-a-dancer, that was on him.
Shrugging, he yanked on the towel, lifting slightly to pull it out from under him. Then he tossed it over his shoulder and resumed his earlier position, setting a hand on each armrest.
Oh my God. The guy was big. Huge. And fully erect. This was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. It was as though all those years of holding back had built up and now that I’d seen him, the dam had burst.
“Take off your top,” he said, his voice husky, his eyes not leaving my face.
