“Fuck,” I managed. Wait a minute.
The spell was broken, imaginary gasoline poured on my skin, so I sensed the shade turning bright red and blotchy as always occurred when I was embarrassed.
“Fuck is right.”
“Viper! What the hell are you doing in my room? And why are you undressed?” I backed away, shielding my eyes. “Oh, no. I saw you naked.”
“You’ve seen me naked before, Grace.” He grabbed the towel from the floor but was in no hurry to cover his… manhood.
Why did he find this so humorous? I turned away, nerves creating violent shakes. “You didn’t answer me. Why are you in my room?”
“Well, because I couldn’t find any soap in the guest bathroom, so I borrowed your shower gel. I hope you don’t mind. Then I noticed a drip in your faucet and tried to fix it.”
I dared peek over my shoulder. Oh, God. He was grinning like an imp. “Cover yourself, for God’s sake.”
“Well, darlin’. I could say the same thing about you, although I enjoy looking at a beautiful woman.” Now that same grin was positively evil. Thankfully, he wrapped the towel around his narrow waist, which was almost disappointing.
“Oh!” He seemed even more amused when I struggled to cover my breasts with my arm since my top was directly by his feet, which would require me to get way too close to his body again.
Given my lacy thong was opaque in color and by the way his nostrils flared when he dared lower his gaze like I’d done with him, he could see through the material. To my pussy.
My aching, swollen pussy lips. All his damn fault.
He laughed, the sound deeper and the chuckle much longer than I was used to hearing with him. He was thoroughly enjoying himself at my expense. The bastard.
“In case you’re curious, I think I fixed the drip.” Viper moved toward the door and just before he walked out, he ripped off his towel again, pitching it toward me. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” For all my disgruntled words and haughty attitude, I was sorry to see him go.
This arrangement was such a disaster.
CHAPTER 12
Viper
Wham!
Wham!
Wham!
I smashed the nail into the piece of wood with enough fury behind my actions I dented the piece. At least it was near the roof of the building. One more piece and I’d finish this side. Maybe in the next couple of weeks, I could give the clinic a fresh coat of paint.
That was if the veterinarian of the building, the infuriating dog doctor allowed me. Or if she could pick a color.
Maybe I’d choose one for her.
One more nail. Then one small piece to add at the top.
Wham!
It felt good to be taking out all my aggressions before I had to leave for work. Another parachute jump higher on one of the mountain ranges followed by a four-mile run to return to base with a heavy pack. I was fit and prepared but given the various attitudes I’d been exposed to the day before, I wanted to come in first. It would seem everything was a competition with the Zullies.
And with having blue balls from the afternoon before, every muscle was stiff, my blood boiling. That’s exactly what she did to me. She drove me nuts.
While she had every right to toss me from her room, the line in the sand bit about us being only friends wasn’t going to work. How was I supposed to keep my hands off her when she paraded around in a skimpy see-through thong?
Granted, she’d put on a pair of shorts and a crop top later, but they weren’t much better. The top’s material was thin, her gorgeous nipples poking through. And the shorts? Way too short to be in the company of a famished man.
