Page 68 of Play Dirty

“Starting to think this isn’t an accident,” I heard him mutter.

SHIT!

I wanted to run. Running would’ve been worse, though. Instead I just stood there, clutching my tablet, trying to look as professional as possible.

A few seconds later, Grayson stepped into view wearing nothing but a plain white towel.

“Well?” he asked, glibly. “Get everything you came for?”

He grabbed the knot holding the towel up and threatened to pull it.

“Or should I just…”

“Oh, stop it,” I cut him off. “This was a complete accident.”

“Another one?” he chuckled.

I shook my head and sighed. “In my defense, I didn’t expect you to be naked at work.”

“Locker room,” he said, slicking his hair back. “Comes with the territory.”

“Then maybe close the door next time?”

He laughed and pointed. “Baby, there is no door.”

Baby. The way he said the word gave me goosebumps. Never mind my mistake with the door.

No one had called me baby in a painfully long time.

“You should probably stop wandering into places you’re not supposed to be,” added Grayson, as he stepped to his locker.

“I didn’t wander,” I shot back. “I turned a corner.”

“And stayed.”

I folded my arms.

“I was leaving.”

“Didn’t look like it.”

His eyes dropped... then eventually came back up. The look was brief, but full of purpose.

It was also completely unapologetic.

“Listen, if you want to watch me shower, I could give you a schedule. You could put in your little tablet, there.”

“Really?” I balked. “You’re making fun of my tablet?”

He shrugged, guiltily. It didn’t help that I was already staring at his shoulders.

“You’ve seen what my tablet can do. Haven’t you?”

At that, Grayson seemed to relent.

“Yeah. I have.”

He reached into his locker and pulled out a stick of deodorant.