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She grabbed one of the decorative pillows and threw it at him.
“Careful now. You wouldn’t want to induce another headache. Although I wouldn’t mind your hands all over me again.”
“I am very good with my hands.” She played along, flirting back. But this was her friend’s brother. One of her only friends. Should she risk that?
He gave all the right signals. She couldn’t be wrong. Maybe she should just come out and ask. “I think I’m going to jump in the shower.” She decided to run away.
“There are extra towels and toothbrushes in the closet.”
Her eyebrow lifted in curiosity. “Have a lot of guests down here?”
“This was Aleks’s room before we moved in together. He didn’t spend much time at his own house. I think my mother loves him more than me.”
“He certainly looks like the lovable type.” More like an arrogant womanizer but even those kinds of men have mothers who love them.
“You like Aleks?” She felt the disdain ripple from his mouth. Maybe this confident man had a little hang-up about his friend.
She hopped off the bed and headed for the bathroom. “I only met him yesterday, but he isn’t my type.”
“What is your type?”
In the bathroom, she rummaged through the closet while she thought about it. “I don’t have a type.” That was the truth. Although she didn’t have that much experience with the opposite sex, it was a man’s personality, his emotional well-being, that always drew her in. That made it pretty tough to find a man considering they don’t usually wear their emotional makeup on their sleeve. “I always thought that when I met the right person I would just know and their type wouldn’t matter.”
“So then that guarantees me a shot. If you don’t have a type.”
She poked her head out from behind the cabinet door. “A shot?”
“Yeah. You and me. Going out on a date. Dinner. Maybe a movie.”
“I don’t know. I don’t date.”
With the toothbrush and towel in hand she strode to the sink. Horror shocked her system at the sight of her reflection. Makeup ran down one cheek, the other was creased from the pillow. Her hair looked like a bird had set up camp overnight.
“If you don’t date then you never have sex.”
She did her best to fix herself up while still following the conversation. “Technically you don’t have to date in order to have sex.” Not that she followed that rule but there was no need to disclose that she hurt for a man’s touch.
“Touché.”
She scrubbed her teeth, trying to get the stale alcohol taste out of her mouth. Was it weird that she was perfectly comfortable brushing her teeth in front of a stranger? That she was minutes away from jumping into the shower in front of a man she just met not even ten hours ago? Sex would have been less intimate.
“So what do you say?” His voice sounded from right beside her.
She answered with a mouth full of toothpaste. “Say to what?”
“Sex with no dating. It seems logical to me.”
“I...I don’t know.” Say yes. Say yes.
She bent and stuck her head in the sink, sheltering her mouth with her hand as she spit out the toothpaste.
“Get cleaned up. I’ll be out here when you’re done.” He walked out and partially closed the door behind him.
She opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water. This was unbelievable. He gave her the perfect opportunity to make her fantasy a reality. The only question: was she too chicken to take the plunge?
She removed her rumpled clothing and stepped in, letting the warm water wash away her hangover haze. She was pretty confident last night. All talk apparently because here was a hot man propositioning her with no strings and she had to think about it.
Changing her career path, no problem. Moving to a foreign city every few months, no big deal. But it seemed that offering herself up to be at the mercy of a man was impossible.
