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I smirk as I scrub myself off using August’s shower gel—that’s what his crisp scent is—and wash my hair with a little dollop of his shampoo.
August is hot. Migraine-forgetting hot, but he’s not migraine-curing hot.
I don’t think he could fuck me out of one of those whoppers.
Or could he?
I kind of wouldn’t mind finding out.
Surely, he wouldn’t turn down a girl in medical distress, would he?
I can’t help laughing, my mood clearing like the clouds after a storm.
He’s also right. I’ve got the oddest imagination, but at least I entertain myself.
With a pleased sigh, I give myself one more rinse, then wring my hair out and wrap it up in a lush, fluffy dark-grey towel that feels just as much like heaven as the one I cinch around me from my boobs to my thighs. Loose and lazy, I step out, rolling my shoulders.
I just want to put on something clean and slee—
Oh, goddammit.
See, this is why August needs to learn how to text a girl.
I didn’t pack an overnight bag. I had no idea I’d be spending the night here—even as an unwanted guest.
I eye my clothes.
Definitely not putting those panties back on.
They’re ruined, considering how he had me wound up earlier.
Okay, I could put the dress back on, but my skin’s still a bit damp too. That sheer fabric will cling to me and make it look like I’m naked, and sleeping in it might ruin something that expensive.
“Damn it, August,” I mutter, smacking my face into my palm.
After I make sure the towel is wrapped tight and everything is fully covered, I crack the door open and peek out.
No sign of him anywhere.
“August?” I call. “Could I, um, borrow a shirt to sleep in?”
No answer.
He must still be prepping the guest room.
I duck back into the bathroom and gather up my things, clutching my clothes and coat against my chest until it’s like I’m not mostly naked at all. After shouldering the bathroom door open, I step out, raising my voice to call his name again.
“Augu—oop!”
I go smashing right into him.
Face first into his chest.
Guess he heard me after all.
Everything I’m holding drops on impact. I make an undignified scramble to catch it.
Maybe that’s how real life turns into an X-rated setup.
