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Chapter One
Baker
“Damn it,Baker. If you don’t hurry up, I’m getting in that shower with you.”
The warning came from the other side of the bathroom door, low and feral.
“Door’s locked. And the more you distract me, the longer I’ll be.” I smiled to myself, leisurely rinsing the conditioner out of my hair.
“I can’t be late again or I’ll be fired.”
“What do you need a shower for anyway? Three minutes after you get there, you’ll stink like motor oil.” Somebody should bottle that stuff. Or maybe it was just the combination of Holt and grease that had me in knots.
“Three . . .”
“Five more minutes. That’s all I need.” I bit my lip to stifle my laugh.
“Woman.”
Scratch that. Ten more minutes. To get myself off and bask in the aftermath.
“Grease Monkey,” I called back. My face hurt from the smile splitting it in two.
Over the noise of the shower, the door knob rattled a few times. He wasn’t coming in. Holt was too much of gentleman for that. I’d blatantly strolled into the kitchen a few times in only a towel, just to see if I could rile him. Every damn time, he looked everywhere but at me and scampered like his ass was on fire.
Crack. Split. Wham.
I jumped at the sound of destruction. Through the steam of the glass shower, a shadow stalked toward me.
Holt yanked open the door, threw me over his shoulder, soap suds and all, and hauled me into the bedroom.
“You jackass. I’m soapy.”
He tossed me onto the center of the bed. I bounced twice, opened my mouth, then snapped it shut at the heat in his eyes as they roved down my naked body.
“I warned you.” He spun and disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. It boomeranged off the broken frame and opened wide.
I stared at the space in stunned disbelief. Had he really just taken me from the shower? Anger spiked, sharp and deep, propelling me off the bed.
I stomped into the bathroom and threw open the shower door. “Oh, hell no.”
I grabbed his wrist and tugged. He stumbled, caught off guard, and steadied himself on the wall behind me. Pinned between the tile and his solid body, I stopped breathing. Fury blazed at me while I tried to pretend like I hadn’t just seen the most perfect ass God ever sculpted.
“I wasn’t finished,” I snapped once I figured out how to breathe again.
“Then you should have been more considerate.” His breath was hot as he spit the words at me.
“You can’t go breaking down doors and dictating how long I shower.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t take all damn day.” His shoulders rose and fell in fractured movements.
I pushed at this chest. “It’s still my turn.”
“The hell it is.” He didn’t budge, leaving his hand braced above my head.
I hadn’t let go of his wrist like I was welded to him. At the realization, I released him and immediately felt the loss.
He inched his face closer to mine. My lips tingled, swelled in anticipation for him to touch me. Thunder ricocheted inside my chest.
