“You know what? I think you’re right. Maybe we should just be roommates. Because if this is an option, I’m going to want to do a different kind of workout every day.”
I roll my eyes and hop up, marching out the door with my cheeks flaming.
“You forgot your candle!” he calls back, and I can literally hear the teasing in his voice.
“Good. Take a bite of it. See if it tastes like me because that’s all you’re going to get, roomie.”
“Whatever you say…”
Chapter 12
Ashlyn
The next morning,I take advantage of the bathtub. Despite how luxurious the house is, I had a difficult time sleeping and then woke up before the sun. Honestly, it worked to my advantage because it meant taking a bath without worrying about Zane moving around on the other side of the wall. Not that he’s never seen me naked before. But after the way he behaved, I’m not going to give him the advantage of a second showing.
After I get out of the tub, I walk over to the linen closet and open it, only to find it empty.
“Seriously?” I snap, checking every nook and cranny of the cupboards in the bathroom only to come up short. I know I saw some in the hallway bathroom. The sun still hasn’t risen, so I tiptoe my way to the bedroom door and look around. All the lights are off except for the lighting under the cabinets in the kitchen. I feel it’s safe to assume the coast is clear.
I tiptoe towards the bathroom, crossing through the living room and past the kitchen. But just as I pass the couch, I hear a voice, and I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Morning,” Zane says, and while he has his back to me, I have no way of knowing what he saw.
“Shit!” I shout, grabbing one of the throw pillows off the couch and covering my tits. Then switch to my lower half. Then I grab another pillow and cover both.
Where the hell is the throw blanket he had on the couch before?!
“Do you always lurk in the shadows of your kitchen at six in the morning?” I snap.
“Do you always walk around other people’s houses naked?” he asks, turning around with a steaming coffee mug in his hand and a smirk on his face.
“There were no towels in my bathroom!” I hiss. “You can stock soaps and candles, but not towels?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you thought I was going to be your maid,” he says, taking a sip.
I glare at him and start to walk towards the bathroom. Zane just stares.
“Do you mind?” I snap.
“Not at all,” he says, still staring.
I roll my eyes with a disgusted sigh and walk away, switching the pillows to cover my ass.
So much for a relaxing, Zane-less morning.
* * *
“You’re late,” Alice says as I toss my things on my desk and take a sip of the coffee I grabbed from a donut shop on the way into work.
“I’m aware,” I say, savoring the last drops.
“You’re never late,” Troy says.
“I know,” I say, sitting down and pulling out my laptop.
When it goes quiet after that, I know they’re just staring at me so I sigh and swivel my chair to look back at them.
“He’s crazy,” I say.
