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“I would like a razor,” I said quietly. “I just want to shave. I never let my legs get this bad. It’s uncomfortable.”
He laughed, shaking his head at me. “I think you already know the answer to that, don’t you?”
“You can just stand right outside of the shower while I shave—don’t give me the razor until after I get in. I’m not going to do anything with it. I seriously just don’t know how much longer I’ll be here… I don’t want to die with hair on my legs.” It sounded dramatic, but I didn’t care. It was stressful seeing my ex-boyfriend passed out in a chair in the basement…
And I needed some sort of normalcy to distract me from what I was sure to come…
My death.
“Please,” I added, my voice faltering when he didn’t answer immediately. “I’m not out to hurt you… I mean, I don’t think I could.” My eyes flickered to Tyson’s broken nose and bleeding lip. It didn’t take much to see who had the upper hand. Granted, I would assume it was two against one…but still.
“I can’t let you have a razor,” he sighed, running his hands over his face like I had just asked for a million dollars. “Strange timing too.” He glanced at Tyson and then back to me.
“Not really,” I countered, wrapping my arms around myself and pleading with my eyes. We lingered there for a few more long moments before a smile finally tugged at his lips.
“Okay, I’ll let you. Ononecondition.”
My heart dropped. “Okay, what?”
“I’ll do it for you.”
Chapter 16
Axle
“If you run, you know what’ll happen,” I warned her, glancing over my shoulder as we reached the top of the basement stairs. “And I’ll kill your boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend,” she corrected me, rolling her eyes. The gesture was one I hadn’t seen much of from her, and I had to admit the sass really did it for me. I knew that this was going to be torture for me… But I couldn’t trust her with a razor either.
And I did love to torture myself occasionally.
I opened the basement door, halfway expecting her to take off at a dead run, but she didn’t. I guided her out and locked it behind me. Honestly, I could’ve just grabbed a razor and used the bathroom there, but with Tyson tied up—unconscious or not—I didn’t want to take the risk. Not to mention, it would leave the door unlocked, making it easier for him to make a run for it if he managed to get loose.
“Wow, this is nice,” Rachel muttered, pulling my attention from my thoughts.
I glanced back, seeing her taking in the kitchen and living room. “It’s not bad.”
“It’s not what I was expecting,” she met my gaze, sending a jolt of excitement through my core.
“What were you expecting?” I chuckled, before guiding her to the last room at the end of the hall,myroom.
“I don’t know, something messy and unkempt.”
“Hmm, well, I keep it clean,” I said, careful not to divulge too much information. It was risky enough as it was to let her out of the basement, and as we stepped into my room, I let go of her wrist, testing just how much of flight risk she was. I shut and locked the door, even though the chances of someone showing up were slim…for the time being, anyway.
She followed me into the master bath, taking in the stone walk-in shower and jacuzzi tub. I wasn’t one to take a bath, but it had been there when I moved in, and I had allowed it to be updated in the process of the remodel.
“Is thisyourhouse?” Rachel asked, lingering just outside of the shower. Her voice was full of nerves—and maybe a little excitement—but that might’ve just been my mind conjuring that one up.
“Not answering that,” I quipped, taking a step toward her. I reached for the bottom of her T-shirt, tugging it up and over her head. Her hazel blonde hair fell over her bare shoulders, and I had to fight myself to keep from kissing her bare skin. She shimmied out of her sweatpants without my help, leaving her standing on the gray tile in just her underwear and bra.
I leaned forward, nearly smiling as her chest rose and fell dramatically. I knew she was expecting something more from me, but I only reached forward to turn on the water for the shower.
“Excited, princess?” I teased her, smirking.
Her face flushed, though she didn’t say anything. My cock was straining in my jeans, but I did my best to ignore it. If she didn’t make the first move… I wasn’t touching her. And even if she did—and I could help myself—I would try not to give in. As much as I wanted her, the fear of losing my patch was heavy on my mind.
“Finish undressing,” I instructed her, backing away to grab a fresh razor from one of the cabinets. I wasn’t really the type to shave, but I kept one on hand. I tried to keep my focus on the razor, and not Rachel’s now-naked body stepping into the shower.
