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“I told you I wasn’t stealing,” I repeat but with a little more heat.
He ignores me, all bunched up and tall. “They get punished.”
Oh man, is he growing right in front of my eyes?
I scoff and pretend to be brave. “What is this? Your kinky fantasy? Am I supposed to call you sir now?”
At this, Zach steps inside the bathtub and I barely, barely, manage to not squeak. He’s bringing his dangerous, naked bulk even closer to me.
Don’t look at his thing.
“Maybe,” he replies to my earlier question. “A little respect would go a long way. Since it looks like your fate is in my hands.”
“If you come any closer, I’m going to scream,” I warn him.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not joking. And then, I’m going to sue your ass for sexual harassment.” I nod for good measure. “That’s right, asshole. I know my rights.”
Or I will. As soon as I get out of here, I’m googling the shit out of this.
Zach cocks his head to the side, still advancing toward me. “Do you wanna know what I’m gonna do to your ass?”
Jesus.
I stick my hand out, careful not to touch him. “Can you just stop with the sexual innuendos? I wasn’t stealing, okay? I was just trying to make your life a little difficult.”
Zach stops, comes to a sudden halt in his tracks. “What?”
I admit, “I was going to flush them down the toilet. That’s it.” When he keeps silent, I glance at him. “It’s only fair. After everything you’ve done to me.”
He remains silent but watching.
There’s no expression on his face. Nothing but pure intensity, and I can’t look at him. He’s too close. Too large.
Too naked.
His smell and the heat of his skin surround me like two strong arms and I can’t break their hold.
When I feel him leaning toward me, I snap my eyes up at him. My heart’s in my throat, ready to fly out of it as I realize that any second he might touch me.
Again.
Oh my God, he’s going to touch me.
I’m about to scream when a great rush of water rains down on my head like some heavy weight. It takes a second for me to understand what has happened.
Zach just turned on the shower. With me inside the bathtub. Fully clothed and all.
“W-what –"
Cutting off my garbled words, he orders, “Get out.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
Shuddering and stumbling, I jump out of the bathtub. My boots slosh with water and I barely manage to stay upright on the slippery floor. Water sluices down my hair and my face and my uniform is almost completely drenched.
“Here.”
At his voice, I turn around, outraged and furious, ready to give him a piece of my mind. But Zach throws something at me and on instinct, I catch it.
“Don’t forget to take these.”
Speechless, I stare at him.
“Now get the fuck out. I don’t wanna see your face for however long I’m here for, got it?”
Then he pulls the curtain shut, leaving me in a wet, clinging dress, clutching a double pack of Marlboro cigarettes.
He’s staring at me.
And working out. But mostly staring.
I was on my way up to the main house for the daily morning meeting when I was stopped by Grace and we started chatting. As usual, Tina was already gone before I even woke up.
Two seconds into the conversation, I realized a presence. Like when the air is so heavy and saturated, and you know that the sun is going to scorch the earth today.
The air seemed full and brimming but I knew it wasn’t the sun.
It was him.
Anyway, right now, he’s by the pool, doing push-ups. In nothing but a pair of black track pants as he watches me talk with Grace.
What’s his aversion to clothes? Why can’t he work out in a shirt or something? Why does he have to put his… sculpted muscles on display?
People who wanna rub one out.
I shake my head and dismiss his crass words. But I can’t dismiss what’s happening in front of me.
With every rep, his arms strain and bulge, and I think that any time those veins of his will pop out of his skin.
Whatever. I don’t care.
Neither do I care about the fact that he’s glistening, and I can see every ripple and groove of his shoulders and back. Even the drops of sweat that are pooling in those ridges.
Why’s he working out in this heat, anyway? The main house has a big gym, for God’s sake.
“Hey, do you want to walk and talk?” I interrupt Grace, loudly, looking away from him.
She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Okay. But we do have some time before the meeting.”
“I know. Let’s just go. Let’s impress Mrs. S with how early we can arrive.”
Grace smiles. She has light brown hair and kind, brown eyes. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”
