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He snorted, pushing aside the mental image of all her pale skin on display. “Why can’t you?”
“Well, the air conditioning sucks.”
“We could play video games, at least.” He refused to address the naked part.
“Naked?” She screwed her eyes up. She would be the one to address it then.
He turned it on her, trying to direct his thoughts to more comedic grounds. “Trying to get me naked?” Her situation and how she looked because of the heat tested his resolve as he pivoted between frustration and arousal.
She spluttered, “What? N-no!” When he smirked, glad she’d taken the bait to lighten the mood, she mumbled, “You are such a dick.”
He shrugged. “You’re the one trying to see it.”
Her eyes rounded in alarm, and he burst into laughter.
“Wow… just… wait.” She smacked her desk and pointed at him through the screen. “I’ll have you know I’ve practically seen you naked anyway!”
It was his turn to flounder and trip over his words. “What? When?” He would remember that. He remembered nothing like that.
She drew up and covered her mouth with one hand. With a quick shake of her head, she muttered, “Never mind.”
“What was that?”
“Never mind.”
“You’re gonna sit there and tell me you saw me naked and then not elaborate?”
She dipped her head, leaving him staring at a mess of beautiful, fiery copper curls, and said, “Tybee Island.” After a beat of silence, she lifted her head. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, but I’m trying to think of when and how you saw me naked. I don’t think I ever got that drunk.” Not to mention his body would burn through the effects of alcohol fast enough that unless he shotgunned drinks all night, he would remain tipsy at best.
“The truth or dare game. When you streaked around the house.”
“Oh.” Ohhh. “You watched?” He couldn’t stop the smug grin that crossed his face. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but a part of him liked the idea she wanted to watch him, even if it surprised him.
He shifted in his seat; it seemed more parts than only his brain liked the idea of it.
“I didn’t see anything.”
His head tilted. “You said you saw me naked.”
“Well.” Her face flamed as bright as her hair. “I saw you without your shirt, and I didn’t look away fast enough, so I saw some of your butt.”
“So no dick. Now I understand why you’re trying to see it.”
“What?” she shrieked.
He couldn’t hold it together. He tried. Getting a rise out of her was becoming addictive.
“That’s it. Get it all out.” She stuck her tongue out at him, but then dropped her eyes. “At least I’m good for something.”
The laughter died a swift death in his throat. “What?”
She waved him off. “Nothing. It’s stupid. I’m just being dumb.”
“You’re not dumb. Why would you say that about yourself?” He sat back and crossed his arms. “You’re good for a lot of things. I wasn’t laughing at you. I found the situation funny.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
