Ah, yes, how fortuitous I have another opportunity to remind him I’mhalf-naked.
“Clothes.”
I stifle a scream. His voice isright outside this door.
Oh my goodness.
“Sergio,” I groan. “Not now. Please!”
“Hmm. I feel I’d be remiss if I just…handed you clothes like a gentleman.”
“Youarea gentleman!”
“Mmm,” he says thoughtfully. “Notquite.I’ve only given you that illusion.”
I glare at the door and imagine his head just on the other side. I give the wood a good, hard, slap.
“Sergio,please.”
He only chuckles. Why is that soerotic? Ugh!
“And what will you give me if I get your clothes?”
Back in the lot, I thought that Sergio was all man to Mario’s boyishness. Now, however, I see that Sergio does indeed have a playful side as well.
“What will I give you? How about my most heartfelt thanks and utter devotion?”
Why did I just say that? I didn’t think my cheeks could get any hotter. I was wrong.
“Heartfelt thanks and undying devotion. Alright, then.”
I hear him step away from the door. I close my eyes and shake my head at myself when I imagine him rifling through my clothes trying to find something to give me.
“Here we go.”
I open the door the teeniest tiniest sliver until I see a bundle of white and blue. I grab it and slam the door shut again, earning me another deep, dark chuckle.
I throw the door open and see him standing in the doorway with a white plastic bag.
“Look, Eden, I’m sorry,” he says, his deep voice traveling right through the shut door. “I knocked and swore I thought you said ‘Come in.’”
“I—I was talking to Daisy,” I yell through the door.
“Daisy? Ah. You were talking to thedog.We call her Daisy now. Got it. I’m gonna leave.”
“No, it’s okay.” I yank the door open, wondering if I look as eager as I feel, when his cell phone rings.
Holding up a finger, he signals the door and walks out.
Sigh.
He didn’t mean to come in here.
I didn’t mean to run like a scared rabbit.
He didn’t mean to see me half-naked. No,three-quartersnaked.
I… shouldn’t like that he did.