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Unless the jerking off bothered her.
But, shit, that didn’t make any sense.
All dudes jerked off—that shouldn’t be a shock.
“Brooklyn, talk to me.”
When several seconds passed and her face still didn’t change and her mouth didn’t open to speak and her body didn’t move, I turned off the water and opened the shower door, where I stepped out onto the rug.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” She swallowed. “I …” Her voice faded out.
And she stayed frozen, staring into my eyes.
She didn’t even blink.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. “You’re too far away, baby. Come here while I’m drying off.”
“I have to go,” she said to whoever she was speaking to, and she dropped the phone into the front pocket of her shirt.
She didn’t move.
She didn’t even bother taking a step forward.
So, when I did, her hand rose into the air to stop me.
“Macon … don’t. Stay right there.”
Stay right there?
I tightened the towel and halted halfway between her and the shower. “What’s going on?”
“We need to talk.”
I heard her words, but for some reason, I was drawn to what she was wearing, my gaze dipping down her body. It was an outfit I’d never seen on her before. A black V-neck top with two deep pockets at the bottom, pants in the same color that, like the shirt, hid her incredible body.
It was the kind of uniform that reminded me of the ones we ordered for some of our Spade Hotel employees.
But Brooklyn was employed by a restaurant, and since her text had told me she’d gone to work, I wondered what kind of boss would require her to wear something like this. Rather than having her hide her figure, a better marketing move would be to have her in something that showed it off.
I glanced back up, meeting her eyes. The way she stared back made my heart thump in a way I didn’t like.
I pointed at the glass shower behind me. “Is this about what you just saw me doing?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Not even close.”
“Then, what the hell is wrong?”
“Everything.” Her voice was a whisper, her eyes now filled with tears. “I wanted to tell you last night, and you left and …”
“Baby, come here.” I held out my arms.
Was she ending things? Was she trying to tell me this wasn’t working? That she wasn’t taking the job? That she wanted nothing to do with me?
“I have to get this out.” She leaned her back against the doorframe. “It’s been eating at me, Macon.” Her hand was on her throat. “I didn’t know how to tell you, and I just kept putting it off, and that was so wrong of me. Especially when I told Jo and—”
“What?” I didn’t understand any of what she was saying. “What did you tell Jo? And what does she have to do with this?”
