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“It’s been ready for about thirty minutes, Lumberjack.”
“Haha. Funny,” she muttered, walking back toward the bathroom to brush her teeth. Squirting the toothpaste on her brush, she saw he had perched his razor on the counter, along with an old-fashioned brick of soap and brush set.
She did not want to think about him clean-shaven, fresh out of the shower, or with lather on his jaw; just imagining that was doing a number on her imagination – or at least until he started smarting off again.
“Speaking of wood…” she came around the corner, brushing her teeth and standing there – only to see his lecherous smile and the interest in his eyes.
“Yes?” he drawled innocently. “Do go on. You have my attention.”
“Choppingwood,” she mumbled to keep the toothpaste from leaking from her mouth and rushed back to the bathroom to spit it out. “I was talking aboutchoppingwood, you filthy man…choppinglogs with an ax?” she clarified, so there was no way he could twist her words again.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said nonchalantly. “I can handle it. You just worry about you, and I’ll handle myself.”
“I bet,” she muttered and heard his laugh as she closed the bathroom door to take a shower, checking the lock about five times before disrobing – just to be sure.
He put her on edge and made her feel insecure or unsure of herself in a way she had never experienced before. It was like he was always looking at her, goading her, taunting her, or simply trying to get under her skin for his own entertainment.
And he flat-out admitted it!
Finishing up in the bathroom, she quickly blow-dried her hair, not bothering to curl it under, and quickly dressed for the day. As she rounded the corner of the small hallway to get her coffee, she immediately slapped a hand over her eyes.
“HEY! You need to warn people!” she blurted out painfully in a voice that cracked, knowing she would never get that sight out of her mind… splitting her fingers slightly for a second peek.
As she had stepped around the corner, he was sliding his pants on and she had a glimpse of a very nice backside in some tighty-whiteys that stood out easily from his tanned skin.
“Now, how exactly am I supposed to get dressed if you were in the bathroom?” he said knowingly, and it was that soft chuckle that made every hair on her arms stand on end in awareness.
This man was devastatingly attractive – and knew it.
“Forget the coffee,” she said loftily. “I’m wide awake and overdue in the kitchen.”
“… But I poured you a cup.”
His warm voice was exceedingly close, and she jumped slightly as he brushed up against her in the tiny kitchenette area.
“Are you f-finished dressing?” she croaked hoarsely.
“Almost,” he whispered, chuckling as he touched her hand slightly.
“Stop this…”
“What?”
“You know what you’re doing!”
“Why don’t you tell me what I’m doing…” he countered intimately. “Man, I get a kick out of that soft pink on your cheeks. It makes me weak in the knees.”
“Stop it, Jake…” she repeated, her voice cracking as she pulled her hand away from his and clutched them to her abdomen, just below her heart. “You are playing with me, making me uncomfortable, and we have to live together. Can you please be decent?”
“I’m not sure I have a decent bone in my body where you’re concerned,” he whispered… and felt him leaning over her, hearing a spoon stirring in a cup nearby as his breath touched her cheek.
Lena couldn’t help it.
She opened her eyes and met his.
“I know you don’t,” she managed to whisper as her eyes searched his. “Or you wouldn’t be doing this to me for your own entertainment. I’m not some toy for you.”
“… But you could be,” he countered softly.
