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“Tough shit. Go take a shower.” He nudges his head toward the bathroom. “Clean towels are in the linen closet just inside the bathroom.”
Protesting won’t do me any good here. And Idowant a shower, so while it’s not at my own place, I’ll just have to make do with what I’m given. Storming past everyone, I make my way to the bathroom I’d changed in the last time I was here and slam the door shut behind me. I glare at the fancy shower stall in front of me.
“Why do you have to be so inviting?” I hiss quietly at it.
I move toward the narrow closet door, open it, and pull out one of the fluffiest, thickest towels I’ve ever felt. Some of my annoyance ebbs away. I throw it over my shoulder and head over to the shower.
It takes me a while to figure out the knobs, but soon, I’m under a brutal shower pressure, hot water, and surrounded by steam. So much steam… Oh, it’swonderful. Before I know it, I’m humming away as I explore the different bottles along the different shelves. Damn, Grant keeps someexpensivetoiletries here.
Hope he doesn’t mind if I use them all. And if he does? Oh well.
Taking my time, I exfoliate my body with a sea salt scrub, deep condition with a product I’ve never heard of but looks and smells expensive, and even use the disposable razor laying around to remove unwanted stubble on my legs. That last task isn’t for guys. It’s to give myself a reason to linger under the water.
By the time I’m done, I feel amazing. Whatever the guys have planned for me this evening, they can bring it on. I’ll be able to handle anything at this point. Grinning, I dry my body off and then gently scrunch my hair with my towel to carefully remove the water without causing too much frizz to my curls.
Wrapping the towel around my body, I march over to the door and fling it open. Jason waits on the other side, leaning against the wall across from the door with his arms over his chest. His award-winning smile flashes at me as I step out.
“You smell nice. Did you use my conditioner?”
Of course I had to pickhisconditioner.
“Yup, you’re going to need to buy more. My hair takes a lot of product.” I sniff in disdain, but he’s not put off by my attitude.
“It’s good stuff. I’ll buy you some when I get myself more.” Jason’s offer surprises me.
“Why would you do that? I can buy it myself if I want to.”
Jason’s smile doesn’t waver. “I know you can, but I can too, and I want to.”
He ushers me toward the kitchen.
“Why?” I push, looking for a motive.
The kitchen island is empty, and Grant is nowhere to be seen. Trip has taken over the gaming controller and is furiously clicking buttons.
“I already told you the other day. Because I like you. If you like the conditioner, I’ll make sure you always have some,” Jason answers as we head toward the front door. We pass it by to go down a hallway I haven’t explored yet. We walk by two doors and stop at the one at the end. He opens it, clicks on the lights, and steps aside.
I hesitate for just a moment before walking in. It’s a bedroom, bare and impersonal, just like the rest of the apartment. There is nothing in here that tells me whose room it is. The comforter is navy blue while the walls are a stark white. Yellow pillows and sheets are the only splash of color. The single dresser is white and the closet doors… they’re white too.
“This will be your room when you stay over. You can bring over whatever you want to make it your space,” Jason says as he walks into the room and heads over to the closet.
“Gee, thanks.” My dry response earns a soft laugh from the handsome young man.
He opens the closet as he says, “You’re welcome. Whatever you need, just let me know, ok?”
“Oh? A student’s budget allows for a fling’s wants and needs?”
His smile falls. “Don’t worry about any of that. I work part time at a, ah, ranch while I finish up school to become a vet. It’s not a huge salary, but it gives me some extra cash flow.”
Oh. His words bring my bitterness to a halt.
“You’re going to be a veterinarian—” My words get lodged in my throat as my eyes fall to the outfits hanging before me. “These are men’s clothes!”
Jason chuckles. “Mine to be exact.”
“I’m not wearing any of this.” My hands land on my hips as I glare at him.
“Lucky for you, you don’t need clothes for what we have in store for you. Now, get on the bed.”
