Carina
How fast can you get here?
Rhett
Someone’s in a rush.
He’s right. I am.
Carina
Just answer the question.
Rhett
Sassy.
I’m sure he’s chuckling.
Rhett
I need to wash up and chart my day. I’ll show up at your door in half an hour. Is that fast enough for you?
Carina
Not really, but I’ll take it.
Knock, knock, knock.
I race from my bedroom to the front door.
When I open it, I’m careful to stand behind it.
“Come on in,” I say with a hand wave.
He looks yummy clad in Wrangler jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, a baseball cap pulled on backwards, and a tight fitted t-shirt that molds his wide chest and muscular biceps.
“Thanks,” he says.
He takes off his cap and places it on the small table near the entrance.
I close the door, lock it, and turn around to face him.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Rhett’s eyes are huge.
Since his back was facing me, it’s only now he takes in my outfit.
“A t-shirt,” I say in a matter-of-fact way.
“That’s not a t-shirt.”
“It’s a bit longer than a regular t-shirt, but it’s still a t-shirt. You don’t like it?” I bat my eyelashes.
He flashes me a dangerous glance in lieu of an answer.
“I thought you would.” I tease him by playing with the hem, bringing it up, and flashing him more skin.
“You’re playing with fire, darlin’.”
