Her rosy nipples peeked out from behind her forearm. Beneath the gentle swell of her breasts, her waist sloped in before flaringinto hips wide enough to grab. At the apex of her thighs, I could see a small patch of hair…
“Calix! How did you get in here?”
“The door was unlocked,” I murmured absently, allowing myself to continue my perusal, despite the rising pitch of her voice.
“Of course it was unlocked. I need to know I can get out of this death trap. That doesn’t explain why you’re in here.”
Refocusing on her face, I shifted away from the door, bracing a palm on the wall to get into her space on my terms. It shouldn’t have been this fun to get under her skin.
“I needed to make sure you were alive. You sounded like—”
“A wounded bull. You said. I accidentally used the conditioner before the shampoo and couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t bubbling. Anyway, you shouldn’t be in here. Shoo, so I can finish my shower.”
Sensing the metaphorical door closing on this interaction reminded me of my original mission.
“Why does your mother think you work in finance?”
She froze, her hand hanging between us as something like panic flitted across her face.
“Why are you listening in on my phone calls? They’re private.”
I leaned in a little closer, forcing her to back up into the corner.
“There’s no room for privacy on tour. If you can’t be honest with your parents, how can I be sure you’re being honest with me?”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I felt the urge to grasp her jaw and do the job for her.
Danger was written all over this situation, and I was finding it harder to resist the pull as the shower water began to soak through my shirt sleeve.
“Do we have to have this conversation while I’m naked and soaking wet?”
My dick kicked hard against the zipper of my jeans, but I ignored it. Her eyes hadn’t left my face, so I knew she hadn’t noticed my state of arousal. I couldn’t help the response. Something about her so vulnerable but still fighting was doing it for me.
“Do I want to give you time to come up with more lies or avoid the conversation altogether? Pass. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll leave you alone.”
She shifted her grip on the shower curtain, regrettably covering her nipples.
“I’m making a PowerPoint presentation on boundaries after this,” she muttered, giving me a dark glare.
I raised an eyebrow in response, happy to wait her out.
“I was an accountant. Long, long story short, I’m not anymore, but my parents don’t know about my change of employment.”
“Why not?”
She growled, and fuck if it wasn’t the cutest little noise.
You have to stop thinking like this.
I couldn’t be attracted to her. We couldn’t trust her. My dick might have had a mind of its own, but I’d be damned if I let myself soften toward her. Heh, talk about word play.
“Because it’s been two weeks since my entire world got turned upside down. Forgive me if I want to take a moment to get my feet on the ground before telling my parents how much of a fuckup I am.”
I…could actually understand that. But something else still bothered me.
“Why does Otis get to know?” I leaned in far enough for the water to run over my head, rivulets cutting through my eyebrows and over my cheeks as she flattened herself against the far wall.
Her breath caught as I licked the water away from my upper lip.
