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“Y-yes, I’m fine.” I needed to get my act together, so I looked away and stared at the closed blinds from the window by his desk.
“What’s wrong?” His voice startled me because it seemed too close. And dammit, it was because now he was standing right in front of me. Too afraid to gaze at him head-on, I kept my head down and saw his bare feet that were long and beautifully shaped, like he could be a foot model or something. His feet? Jeez, even his feet were beautiful and perfect. What was wrong with me? I didn’t have a foot fetish, but damn, he had some gorgeous feet. I’d seen enough athletes’ feet in my lifetime to know the difference between ugly and beautiful male feet.
“Hey.” I felt his fingers at my chin. I scanned over his legs, the towel with the noticeable lump underneath, up and over his defined chest, and up to his eyes that were now smoldering at me. “What’s wrong?”
You. You and all of this going on in front of me. “It’s a little hard to talk to you when you’re standing here… you know… in a towel.”
He tilted his head. “Does it really bother you?”
“Yeah. Do you think I’ve ever been in a bedroom with a guy like this?” I added sheepishly, “Except that night we shared a hotel room.” And he never paraded around in a towel in front of me.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if perturbed by the thought. “I hope to hell you haven’t.”
“You already know the answer to that.” He was being ridiculous. “Maybe we should talk about, our…” I whisked a hand between us. “Our project.”
“Okay.” He placed his hands on his hips, and my eyes were drawn to how the towel hung low on his waist and how it was knotted well below his lower abs.
“Could you put on some clothes first?” I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate with him like this.
“If you insist.” He had a smug look before he moved over to his dresser and snagged some clothing out of his drawer. With his back turned, he slipped his underwear on under the towel and tossed it aside. Although he was dressed in boxer briefs, I thought I might die from seeing his well-defined ass snug in black material. His butt was like two perfect globes, high and tight, that fed into two muscular tree trunks of thighs, which I knew felt glorious. I’d massaged them. However, seeing him in boxer briefs was like seeing a statue of Atlas posing with the world on his shoulders.
He turned around and raised a T-shirt over his head, and my eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in his briefs.
Oh, my god. There was no question about how big he was.
“You over there praying again?” Axel raised a brow before he leaned over and casually pulled some basketball shorts over his thick thighs.
Did I say my thoughts out loud? I flattened my fingers over my lips as if I could push the words back into my mouth.
“Cat got your tongue?”
I shook my head and cleared my throat, determined to move on. “Can we discuss some rules or boundaries?”
“You’re already talking about parameters and boundaries, and we haven’t even been together that long.” He walked past me and dropped down into the black leather chair in front of his desk.
“I just want to know what we’re doing.”
“All right, then.” Axel pulled out a neon green pad of sticky notes and a black Sharpie. “Let’s establish some rules.” He peered up at me. “What are your deal-breakers?”
“Deal-breakers?”
“Yeah. What is it you won’t tolerate?” He flipped the lid off the Sharpie, ready to write what I said on a Post-it note.
“Cheating?”
“I already told you that was a deal-breaker.” He wrote downNo cheatingon a sticky. “I’m going to hold you to this, too.” He gave me a serious look before peeling off the sticky and slapping it down on his desk.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “As if I would.”
“You think I don’t know what my teammates are thinking about when they’re around you? Especially that motherfucker Lomas. If he had a chance, he’d be swooping in and taking what’s mine.” He looked down at his hand that was fisted on the edge of the desk. “I should’ve choked that fucker out when I had the chance back in Miami.”
My eyes shot up. “He was only being friendly.”
“No, he wasn’t. He was trying to tap that ass, but I’ll kill him before that happens. I’ll tell you that right now.” He ran his hand through his inky hair. “What else?”
I crossed my arms over my stomach, shifting my stance. “Honesty?”
“Yeah.” He scribbled it down on another sticky note. “I think we need to always have honesty between each other. And I can’t tolerate games.”
