Page 40 of Her Age Gap Match

God, I wanted to get right back in.

I wrapped a t-shirt around my hair, a towel around my torso, then padded out of the bathroom. Just needed to find an outfit, maybe put on a little makeup…Johnny would drop me off at the station close to Bloom so I could get there faster and it would at least look like I got myself to work⁠—

“GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY⁠—”

I whipped around to see someone in a labcoat and a motorcycle helmet, shrieked despite myself⁠—

Only for Stevie to yank the helmet off, laughing hysterically…and then stop dead when a giant, dripping, naked man raced out of the bathroom.

John skidded to a stop in the doorway, water sluicing down his chest, every muscle braced for a fight that had already evaporated.

Stevie, helmet dangling from one hand, looked up. And up. Took her time about it.

"Oh my god," she said, eyes as big as dinner plates. "Hi."

Nobody moved.

"Stevie—" I clutched the towel tighter, heart still hammering. "What is wrong with you⁠—"

"I found a motorcycle helmet on the counter and decided to be a home invader," she said, like this was a reasonable explanation. "I did not factor in a naked man emerging from the bathroom at full speed. That part was unplanned."

John was breathing hard. “This is—this is your roommate⁠—”

“Yeah.”

His hands shot down to cover his junk and he shuffled backwards into the bathroom, shutting the door.

Stevie turned her gaze to me.

“Whiskey Daddy spent the night,” she whispered.

“Please don’t call him that.”

“But he’s a daddy and he makes whiskey,” she said. “You—Poppy. You need to tell me when you have a strange man in the apartment. But also you’re forgiven because oh my god he’s so much hotter than I expected⁠—?”

The door opened and John stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, extending a hand to Stevie like he wasn’t almost completely naked.

“You must be Stevie,” he said. “I’m John—but you can call me Whiskey Daddy if you really want to.”

Stevie shook his hand for a very, very long time.

“Stevie,” I hissed.

“Yeah,” she said, not looking away from him. “That’s me. That’s my name.”

I guess John just had that effect on everyone.

“I’ll leave you two to catch up,” he finally said, then pulled away.

Dropped his towel right before he closed the door.

Stevie blinked.

“I didn’t know he had an exhibitionist streak,” I muttered. “I guess not everything lands in the report.”

Stevie’s eyes came to me. “Where do I sign up for one?”

“You know where,” I laughed. “Speaking of which…I really need to get to work.”