“Five minutes to shower? What?” I blinked at him. “That’s not long enough.”
“Four minutes and fifty-five seconds left.” He looked at his watch.
“Whatever.” I reached in and turned the shower on and put my hand out to feel the temperature of the water. “Will you at least turn around please?” I sighed as I felt the water turning warmer. “Please?”
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes and turned around. I pulled the robe off quickly and entered the shower, letting the hot water cascade down my body. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t feel more panicked. I think it was because it hadn’t really hit me. The whole situation felt surreal. And if I was honest, a part of me felt safe when Tyler was around. I knew that Grant was his boss and he would follow Grant’s orders, but I was also pretty sure he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. He wouldn’t physically harm me. I wasn’t sure why I was so confident of that fact, but somehow, inherently I just knew.
“Why are you doing this?” I said as I reached for some shampoo and rubbed it through my hair quickly. My body was on high alert and I felt uncomfortable showering with him in the room, even though I knew he wasn’t facing me.
“Why am I doing this?” He repeated. “So you don’t try and escape through the window.”
“No, I mean, why won’t you just let me go. Why won’t Grant let me go?” I grabbed the body wash and started soaping my body up quickly, rubbing myself hard.
“What do you want me to say, Evie?” His voice was angry. “I’m just following orders. You should have thought about what you were doing when you got in the car with Grant last night. You should have thought twice before you went to a bachelors’ party to strip na**d for men. You should have thought twice before you decided to sleep with a strange man. Maybe you should have been asking questions before you made those decisions.”
“I know I was stupid.” I sighed. “But I was attracted to him and he was nice and it was just going to be one dance.”
“Really?” He laughed, an angry sarcastic sound. “You thought you were coming back for one dance?”
“He seemed nice.” I bit my lip and turned the water on hotter. “Yes, I was attracted to him. Yes, a part of me thought that it would be fun to hook up. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I wasn’t thinking. I mean no-one expects their first one night stand to be with a psycho.”
“Grant’s not a psycho.”
“Oh okay, sure. He just won’t let me leave his house. He’s not a psycho at all.” I exclaimed angrily and he laughed. “It’s not funny.”
“I’m not laughing.” He said softly and turned around slowly. “I’m not laughing.” He said again as his eyes looked at me seriously and I gasped and placed my right hand and arm across my br**sts and my left hand in front of my pu**y.
“What are you doing?” I glared at him. “You said you wouldn’t look.”
“No I didn’t.” He raised his eyebrows and I saw a glint in his eyes as he stared at me. “You asked me to turn around and I did. I didn’t say how long I’d turn around for.”
“If you were a gentleman, you’d turn back around.”
“If I was a gentleman?” He burst out laughing and his eyes crinkled as tears fell down his cheeks. “Oh Evie, what makes you think I’m a gentleman?”
“You’re not.” I shook my head and then I felt shampoo running into my eyes “Shit.” I mumbled. I didn’t know which hand to use to brush the shampoo out of my eyes. Either hand being moved would reveal something I didn’t want him to see.
“Oh Evie.” He sighed and I gasped as he stepped into the shower with me and rubbed the shampoo out of my eyes. “Put your head back.” He said bossily and I felt his fingers rubbing my head and rinsing the shampoo out.
“Your clothes are getting wet.” I muttered as I blinked at him, standing so close to my na**d body.
“I don’t care.” He muttered and stared at me with a grim smile, his blue eyes dark as he continued to rub my scalp.
“You didn’t need to do that.” I shook my head and bit my lower lip. He was so close to me. If he moved one inch closer, my na**d body would be next to his.
“I didn’t want you to have to move your hands and expose yourself.” He said with a laugh in his hands.
“Oh.” I gasped as his hands fell to my shoulders. “If you had turned back around, that wouldn’t have been a concern.”
“But what fun would that have been?”
“Why are you flirting with me?” I gasped as his hands rubbed my back, his fingertips massaging my muscles.
“Because there’s something about you that I like.”
“I slept with your boss last night.” I spat out, as much for him as myself. I needed to ignore the heat that was rising up through my stomach. I needed to ignore the sexual tension I felt for him.
“You made a mistake. It happens.” His hands ran down to my lower back and stopped just above my ass. “You didn’t know then what you know now.”
“Tyler.” I moved my right hand to push him back.
“Yes?” He grinned and it was then I realized my mistake. He took another step forward and I felt my br**sts pushed up against his chest. He looked at me with glittering eyes, his eyelashes filled with water drops. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards him. I felt his erection pushing up against me through his pants and I held my breath, as his fingers made their way up my body.
“Your clothes are going to get wet.” I whispered against his lips.
“As wet as you are right now?” He grinned and my body crumpled against his. I had no resistance towards this man. His fingers made their way to my stomach and we both stood still waiting to see what was going to happen next. I stood there with my body on fire and I had no idea what I was going to do next. He kissed my neck then and I reached out and grabbed his shoulders so I didn’t fall. I felt his teeth biting into my skin and my legs trembled at his touch. And then he stepped back and out of the shower. I gazed at him in surprise and disappointment.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Evie.” His eyes pierced mine as his fingers ran over the top of his head. “You can trust me.”
“I can’t do anything with you.” I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying to ignore my body’s cries. “I don’t know why I’m even here and you’re not exactly my savior.” I tried to remind myself of the situation I was in. “I can’t—”