Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
I narrow my eyes as his flick over my face and slowly make their way down my body. Sean’s door opens behind him and I find my neighbor’s eyes over Tyler’s shoulder despite being a few inches shorter.
Sean doesn’t say a word. He just raises his eyebrows and gives me a thumbs-up as he makes his way downstairs.
“Are you done ogling me yet?” I snap, feeling my body heat beneath Tyler’s gaze.
“Are you letting me in yet?”
I open the door wider and let him in. I can’t believe that Aaron sent him to my apartment. I’m going to kick his rich little ass next time I see him. Hard.
Tyler looks around and kicks the door shut behind him. I shoot him a glare, but he’s too busy nosing at the bookshelf in my living room to notice. He pulls one book off and reads the back of it.
“You actually read this stuff?” he asks, turning to me.
I snatch the book from him and put it back on the shelf. “That stuff is erotic romance.”
“Erotic romance? More like porn on a page.”
“Or it’s hot sex with an engrossing storyline, but whatever.” I pause in the doorway. “I’m going to shower. And don’t get any ideas,” I add at the glint in his eyes. “There’s a lock on the door.”
I storm into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I quickly start the shower and strip off, leaving my workout clothes in a heap on the floor.
Tyler Stone is in my house. And I’m naked.
Thankfully he’s not. Hopefully he’s not.
Crap. There are so many things wrong with this. Namely: Tyler Stone is in my house and I’m naked.
I step under the hot spray and cover my face with my hands. I need to take a few deep breaths because I’m starting to freak out like a fucking teenager about to go on her first date.
I wash myself quickly, pausing at the conditioner before deciding that it’s worth being naked for a minute longer to get soft hair. I get out of the shower and reach for my—
Shit. I don’t have a towel in here. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
My eyes frantically scan the room. There’s always a towel lying discarded somewhere in this room, but for the first time ever, there isn’t. All because I did laundry this morning. Damn laundry.
Crap. “Um, Tyler?” I call through the bathroom door. “Tyler!”
“What’s wrong?” The door rattles as he leans against it or something.
“I, um, I forgot my towel.”
He pauses. “You forgot your towel?”
“Yes, and now I’m getting cold, so could you get me one? Please?” I can’t believe I’m asking this. Fuck my life.
“Where are they?”
“In the closet behind you. Second shelf.” Oh, God. Please don’t find the Hello Kitty one.
“Hello Kitty. Nice.” He laughs.
“Can you just pass me the damn towel?”
“I would love to, baby girl, but I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“The door’s still shut,” he replies.
Oh, no. I didn’t consider opening the door. “Okay. Don’t look.” Who the hell am I kidding? He’s going to do his best to get an eyeful and then some.
I push the door open and, hiding behind it, slide my hand through the crack. He puts the towel in my hand and I snatch it through, slamming the door before wrapping myself in the pink towel.
I open the door again and come face to face with him. He’s smirking, and he looks down at me without saying a word. If he feels half as awkward as I do, then, well… This is a really awkward situation.
A blush rises from my chest, flushing my neck and cheeks. “Excuse me,” I say more confidently than I feel, stepping around him to the closet for a towel for my hair. I grab one from the closet and bend forward, flipping my hair over my head.
Tyler hisses in a sharp breath. “Liv,” he growls. His fingers brush across my ass, and I realize that he can see everything under my towel when I’m like this.
Oh shit, indeed.
“Go and put some clothes on,” he grinds out, his hand falling away.
I can still feel where his fingers touched me, where they burned into the bareness of my behind, and I take in a breath as heavy as his was. I quickly wrap my hair and straighten, running into my bedroom. I glance at him before I shut the door.
His eyes are fixed on me, and the heat flaring in them warns me of what will happen if I don’t get dressed. It warns of touches and caresses and kisses and sucks. It warns of everything I dreamed of last night.
The door clicks shut. I lean against it, exhaling slowly with my eyes closed. I fist my towel. I can still feel his eyes boring into me through the wood. Almost like he’s begging me to open the door and walk up to him.