“See something you like?” he asked with a darksmirk.
“Nope,” I said, turning my back to him and picking up thebottle of conditioner. Steam started to fill the air, and I didn’teven wait for him to get in the shower. My skin was starting toitch.
“Jaden,” he said, laughing a little. “What are youdoing?”
“Getting in the shower?” I said, pointing at the glass doorwith my thumb.
“Not with your bathing suit on.”
I smiled a devioussmile and stepped into the shower anyway. I knew he would bepissed, so I quickly took my suit off as fast as I could and by thetime his thundering footsteps reached the door, I had my bathingsuit in my hand and held it out for him. Wrenching the door open,his eyes fell on the bikini top and bottom in my hand and asmart-ass smile on my face. Damn, the whiskey was making mebrave.
“Smartass,” he said, grabbing my bathing suit and tossing itover his shoulder. I gave him an innocentsmileand kept myself under the hot spray ofthe water. He stepped in behind me, standing under the spray of theshowerhead on the opposite wall of the stall. He had a third onethat was directly above the both of us as well.
“Come here,” he said, pulling my hips toward him and away fromthe jets of the water. He then reached behind him, squeezed someshampoo in his hands, and started washing my hair. Thefuck?
“Umm … I’m perfectly capable of washing my own hair,” I said,swaying just a bit but catching myself.
“I know you are, princess, but I wantto.”
“Don’t call me that. I hate it when you call me that,” Imuttered, pushing at his shoulder.
“Why?” He laughed.
“’Cuz I ain’t no weak-ass bitch,” I slurred, and then Iimmediately covered my mouth with my hands and hunched my shouldersin. I couldn’t believe I just said that.
Goddamn,the liquorwas really hitting me now. He chuckled at me and placed me underthe spray to rinse the shampoo from my hair.
“I know you’re not, but you’re my princess now, so get used toit.”
“Ew,” I whined under the spray, swatting athim.
Darren gave meadarklook, but mydrunk bravery just made me smile innocently at him. He shook hishead and then brought me out of the spray to condition myhair.
As he left me torinse off under the spray, he shampooed his hair and soaped up hisperfect body. I quickly closed my eyes and focused on rinsing myhair. And then I felt myself falling backward.
“Whoa, hey!” Darren said, reaching for me and pulling meforward. “Jesus, you really can’t handle your liquor, canyou.”
“Fuck you,” I whined. “I told you I didn’t want to take thatlast shot.”
Darren thenswiftly turned me to my side and smacked me on the ass hard, and Igasped at the contact.
“That’s strike two. I don’t care if you’re drunk or not. Youdon’t talk to me like that.” He pointed his finger in my face, amenacing glare emanating from his eyes.
I pouted butstayed quiet after that, afraid my mouth would get me into moretrouble. Coach Jack had officially benched my fighting skills, sothere was no sense in egging him on.
“Now, come here and stand still,” heordered.
Darren poured somesoap on a loofah and lathered it up. He startedwithmy arms, rubbing the suds into my skinand working down to my wrists. He came back up and started rubbingmy shoulders, and I somehow felt myself becoming lax. And then Ifelt the loofah scrub over my breasts, and I moved awayslightly.
“Don’t start, Jaden. Just relax,” he said continuing to rubslowly.
I moanedinprotestbut did mybest just to forget what was happening. I let him finish scrubbingme down all the way to my legs, and as the liquor clouded my mindmore and more, I began to relax and not give a shit anymore. I justlet it go. It was pointless to fight him anymore. He would stilltake what he wanted no matter how I felt about it. It would justmake things so much easier, which was probably exactly what Darrenwas aiming for. That son of a bitch.
Once he finishedsoaping me up, he moved me back under the water and rinsed my bodyoff, helping to remove the suds with his hands as he brushed themgently over my skin. I was sinking deeper and deeper into the buzz,and I was beginning to find it quite difficult to even standproperly. I was not wasted, but I was definitely drunk.Fuck.
When we were bothfinally clean, Darren stepped out for just a second and broughtback some towels. He wrapped one around my body, and I noticedimmediately how big it was, just a little bit larger than a beachtowel. It went down to my ankles as he stood me up and helped mysluggish drunk ass out of the shower. Turning me around, he pickedme up and plopped me down on the counter, and I couldn't help butlean back against the mirror. He toweled himself off quickly andthen turned to me.
“Lean forward,” he said, holding another towel in hishands.
