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My shoulders slumped.
He started to towel off. “I don’t do gentle. You deserve better.”
It sounded like a compliment, and I decided to take it that way. I’d gone from never coming close to shower sex to propositioning my fake boyfriend to take me against the wall, and his answer had been that I “deserved better.” What did that mean? His issue with Dennis wasn’t the only thing I wanted him to open up about.
Looking out the shower door, I held back the giggle I felt coming up as I watched him work around his hard-on while drying off. He could have hung the towel on it. The man had impressive equipment, and I’d made a definite impression—one he’d managed to resist acting on, but an impression all the same.
He hung up the towel, walked out of the bathroom, and closed the door.
Now I knew where the termswinging dickcame from. Adrenaline still filled my veins from the encounter as I washed and conditioned my hair. As much as I willed myself to calm down, I couldn’t get over the thrill of what had just happened. It had been naughty and exciting—exhilarating even. I would have to get up the nerve to add a smidgen of risky to my repertoire. This morning I felt more alive than I had in months.
As I rinsed the last of the conditioner out of my hair and took up the soap again, I smiled at the progress I’d made with him. I’d gone out on a dangerous limb, and we’d almost had a conversation. The bar of soap glided over and under my breasts, and I closed my eyes and imagined it was his hand. What would it feel like after all this time to be caressed by a real man’s hands? But, what didI don’t do gentlemean?
He was a real man, all right—fast to act and slow to talk, a gun-toting modern cowboy. No, with the manners he had, knight fit him better than cowboy. He did carry a gun, but he wasn’t the tobacco chewing and spitting type.
With my eyes still closed, I ran my knight’s imaginary hand down between my legs, back and forth—a few times more than I needed to get myself clean.
If only.
He wasn’t as bad as I’d made him out to be last night. He was just one of those macho, no-words types. But he had opened himself to the possibility of talking about things, and that was progress. He’d said I might have to wait a while, but at leastnohad left his vocabulary. I could be patient.
* * *
Adam
Kelly was a surprise and a half—alot more ballsy than I’d figured, and even a small tattoo on her ankle.
I shook my head as I dressed quickly, re-stowed my sleeping setup under the bed, and trotted downstairs to fix breakfast.
She wasn’t as simple to understand as she’d seemed. I’d have to keep that in mind going forward.
Yolanda was on the way out as I descended the stairs, and I wished her a good day.
Cyborg? I’d gone a little overboard in my criticism of Kelly upstairs, and it wouldn’t pay to have the assignment go south because I’d intentionally pissed her off. I pulled eggs from the fridge and cracked them into a bowl. Her Thursday routine breakfast seemed like a reasonable way to broker a peace.
She arrived as I was turning the last of the toast in the pan. “You didn’t have to make that. I could try something different. Yolanda has some Raisin Bran in the cupboard.”
“I’ll throw it out if you want.”
“No. It smells delicious. I just meant…”
I understood her unfinished sentence just fine. We were both building bridges this morning instead of burning them down. “It’s almost ready.”
She set the table and brought out the maple syrup. “Where are you taking me?”
“Work, of course.”
“I mean at lunch.”
I brought the plate of French toast over to the table and sat. I’d forgotten my suggestion that we have lunch together today. “I can’t. We had another bank robbery yesterday that I have to work on.”
Her face fell. “I guess it’s another soup day.”
“Sorry. A teller was shot during the robbery, and Neil needs my help if we’re going to catch these guys before someone else gets hurt.”
She split the toast pieces between us and poured maple syrup on hers. “Want some?”
“Nah.” I checked the fridge and found strawberry jam. The memory of her smell in my arms put a smile on my face and made the jam a clear choice for me.
