Hastily, he removed his shirt and tossed it to her. “Here,” he said, “you can wear this. It probably doesn’t smell very good.”
Shit! Is she going to faint?She had that same look. It really looked as though her pupils were dilated. But then her eyes were so dark.
He took a couple of steps toward her.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m, I’m okay.”
He nodded.
She was looking at the shirt in her hands. He was looking at the shirt in her hands. And then it dawned on him. “Oh, right. I’ll turn my back.”
He did. He was glad to have the racing suit on down below. That crankshaft was really squirrelly now. It wasn’t looking just to point north but east, west, and all points in between.
Finally, she said, “You can turn around.”
When he did, he blinked.
She’d taken off the racing suit.
The. Entire. Racing suit.
Not just the top part but the bottom as well. It lay in a heap next to her. And not only that. She’d taken off the flame-retardant pants too.
All she was wearing was that shirt. It covered her thighs, but only a portion of them.
She sighed. “Thank you. That feels a lot better. Your shirt’s big enough, it’s like a dress.”
“Yeah,” he muttered, staring at her bare legs.
A short dress.
She sighed. “Much better.”
He bit his lip. “Yeah. Better.”
He sat down on the ground, picked up his bottle, and brought the straw to his lips just to give him something to do—to distract him from those thighs. And then he pulled it away. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you thirsty? It’s not water.”
She was standing on the other side of the room. He made a move to get up, but she had already walked over to him.
“What is it, an energy drink?”
“Not exactly. You might not like it. It’s kind of sweet.”
He handed it to her.
She took a sip. “Mmmmmm.” Her eyes ballooned. “Is this a GoGo squeeZ?”
“Uh, yeah.”
She sat down beside him and took another sip. “I love GoGo squeeZ.”
As she sat down, that shirt hiked up a bit.
Is she wearing underwear?
Stupid question. Of course she’s wearing underwear.
