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“Is that so?” His gaze is predatory, making me feel like helpless prey caught in his snare. But I refuse to let him see how much he affects me. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“Absolutely,” I reply, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. “Now, are you going to let me go, or do I have to make a scene?”
Instead of letting me go, the stranger starts to unbutton his shirt.
My eyes go wide as I shield them with my hand. “What are you doing?”
“Relax.” He rolls his eyes, continuing to undress. “What, are you a child? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen a naked chest.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I want to see yours,” I snap, though I can’t deny the heat rising in my cheeks at the sight of his toned body revealed before me.
He snorts, dropping his shirt on the floor. “Be real. There’s not a woman in this world who could look at me and not want me.”
“Congratulations,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “You’ve just found one.”
Before I can react, he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the sink, making me gasp in surprise. I feel my heart race as he leans in close, his gray eyes boring into mine. “I think you’re lying,” he whispers, the scent of his cologne intoxicating.
His proximity is overwhelming, making my head spin and my thoughts scatter. I try to focus, to remember why I should push him away, but all I can think about is the heat of his body against mine and the way his fingers dig into my skin, anchoring me to him.
My heart races as he leans in close, his lips mere inches from mine. I can’t help but close my eyes and part my lips, the anticipation of his kiss consuming me. But instead of feeling his lips against mine, I hear his voice, low and teasing.
“Open your eyes.”
I do as he says, finding a huge smirk on his face. The realization that he’s playing with me washes over me, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Grab a paper towel from behind you,” he commands.
“Is there anything else you need?” I ask, my voice trembling as I hand him the paper towel.
“Your confession,” he replies, his gray eyes locking onto mine.
“Confession? I haven’t done anything,” I protest, trying to control the waver in my voice.
“Come on, it’s obvious you have a thing for me. No need to pretend otherwise.”
“Are you out of your mind?” I snap, jumping off the counter. My legs feel shaky beneath me, and I try not to think about how I almost kissed a total stranger in the bathroom of an airport. This couldn’t have been what Callie meant when she told me to find a hot guy and have sex with him.
Or maybe, knowing her, she’d be all for it.
“Maybe I am,” he says, taking a step closer, causing me to involuntarily take a step back. “But you can’t deny the chemistry between us.”
“Chemistry? You’re delusional,” I retort, my back hitting the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. But even as I say the words, the heat of his body so close to mine is sending shivers down my spine, betraying my true feelings.
“Am I?” His voice is a whisper now, his lips hovering just above my ear, and I can feel his warm breath on my skin.
“Enough,” I say, my voice trembling with frustration. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”
The stranger raises an eyebrow, studying me for a moment before nodding. “Fine,” he relents. “Just wipe the mess off my chest and you can go.” His tone is almost casual, as if this were a normal request.
“Jerk,” I mutter under my breath, but I know it’s the only way he’ll let me leave. I grab some paper towels and hesitantly step closer, feeling my pulse quicken as I reach out to touch his muscular chest. The heat of his skin against my fingers makes me hot, and I struggle to maintain my composure as I wipe away the sticky residue.
“Happy now?” I snap once I’m finished.
He smirks, grabbing my wrist and pressing me up against the wall with his body. “I have to go,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks, making delicious goosebumps rise along my skin. “Do everyone a favor and refrain from bumping into anyone else. Shouldn’t be too hard for you, I wouldn’t think.”
Before I can respond, he’s pulling away and disappearing through the bathroom door. Gasping for air, I take a moment to process what just happened. My cheeks burn with humiliation, and I can’t help but berate myself for letting him get under my skin.
As I gather my things to leave, I notice his shirt crumpled on the counter. He must have left it behind in his haste to exit. Clutching it in my hand, I race out of the bathroom, hoping to catch up with him and return it.
