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Shaking out my wet hair from the towel wrapped around it, I finger-comb the pale mass as best I can, then quickly braid it. After a last look in the mirror, I toss the braid behind my shoulder and sigh.
Yes, I’ve had costumes almost as revealing as this, and Rand is just an audience of one. Despite our kiss, I don’t have any real indication that he’s interested. Yes, he was hard, but maybe that had more to do with adrenaline than me.
And the longer I stand here and dither, the sillier I feel.
I tug open the door and pad down the hall to the kitchen. It takes everything inside me not to cross my arms over my breasts self-consciously. “Hey.”
Rand
Sophie’s light footsteps alert me that she’s out of the bathroom. I’ve already ensured the cottage and its perimeter are as safe as possible, then busied myself calling to order groceries from a local shop. Thankfully, Joe knows the owner since he lives down the street, so he’ll let me pay with cash. I have to make sure no one can trace me, in case whoever’s after Sophie knows I stand between her and him.
Besides, accomplishing that kept me from thinking about her naked, lush curves wet under the shower spray, touched by nothing but suds and her soft hands.
Not going to lie, busting down the door and kissing her senseless crossed my mind.
At her quiet greeting, I nod absently and launch a search on my phone for restaurants in the area. “Groceries should be ready for pickup in a few hours. You’ve got to be hungry now. I’m starving. How about we call for pizza? We can cook dinner later.” I turn to her. “Does that sound—”
My words seize up when I see her. Suddenly, I can’t speak. I can’t think. Hell, I can’t even breathe. All I can do? Stare.
She crosses her arms to cover her lush breasts and taut nipples. “I know everything is tight and transparent. It was the best I could find since this stuff belongs to a girl.”
“And you’re definitely a woman.” The words slip out as I prowl closer, unable to stop myself. “I don’t mean to be unprofessional. I’m sorry if I’m gawking.”
That’s not all I want to do to Sophie, but I’m riding a dangerous line. I’m here to protect her, not seduce her—no matter how badly I’d like to.
Get real. She’s a famous celebrity dating an equally famous celebrity. Why would she be interested in an average guy like you?
“I’m used to people looking at me.”
Of course she is. “I’ll try not to be annoying.”
“You’re not. And I swear I’m not trying to flash you.”
I bite back the reply that she doesn’t need to try on my account, but that’s inappropriate. “Pizza okay?”
“Sure.”
“After that, we’ll pick up the groceries I ordered. Then we should be set for a bit. The housekeeper comes tomorrow. I’ll see if she can get you some clothes then, too.” I can’t go out and leave Sophie unprotected. And I’ll have to figure out how to get more cash since I don’t dare hit the ATM. But I have ideas and resources. I’ll get it done.
“Great. Do you know if there’s a jacket or anything around here so I can cover up?”
That’s a good idea. It might keep me from ogling her. But probably not. “I’ll look. In the meantime, what do you like on your pizza?”
We agree to toppings while I find a kid’s cardigan in gray. It’s too small, and the edges cling to her breasts, which somehow only accentuates her assets. But it covers her nipples. Well, kind of. I also find a pair of flip-flops that almost fit. At least the ball cap I scrounged up will hide her face when we retrieve groceries later.
Sophie sinks onto the couch and curls into herself. I call for the pizza. They’ll also deliver a two-liter bottle of soda with the pie in the next thirty minutes.
“I’m going to grab a shower before the delivery. The doors and windows are locked, and almost no one knows we’re here. You should be safe, but if anything happens, come get me.”
She nods. “Thanks.”
I hate leaving her alone, but this is the best opportunity to clean up, so I disappear into the bathroom and start the shower. Fuck, I can picture her standing in the claw-foot tub, water sluicing down her lithe body. I jerk my pants down in an effort to undress, but my cock stands up straight.
Son of a bitch.
Steam rises. As I step in, I contemplate taking my cock in hand and finding some relief, but I don’t dare leave Sophie alone longer than necessary. My fantasy tour between her thighs will have to wait.
Quickly, I lather up, rinse, and get out. Since I don’t have any clean clothes, I dress again in what I wore earlier. Time to check on Sophie and grill her about her enemies. No way will I repeat my past mistakes. I won’t lose her.
