His reaction times where she was concerned were getting beyond a joke.
He grunted, annoyed at himself and at the situation, then he tilted his head back and let the hot water flow over him. Wriggling his shoulders, he grabbed the soap once more and washed up.
Cutting off the water when he was clean, he sluiced off the excess then reached for a towel and dried off. Heading out of the cubicle, he started to reach for his clothes—the fresh suit that Ethan had laid out for him earlier—and began to dress.
Normally, at these moments, he turned his mind to thoughts of the next meeting, his current deal, or something that was causing him a headache—a work conundrum.
But all he could think of was Samantha, and that, getting back into her good graces wouldn’t be solved by a trip to Jacobsons’….
No, it would be far more expensive than that.
Chapter 13
Samantha
“You didn’t.”
Samantha covered her hands over her face in an attempt to hide from Jessica who was gaping at her like a hungry goldfish. “I did.”
Her friend wafted her hands away. “Don’t hide. You did the crime now you’ve got to do the time.”
She grimaced. “Do you have to make it sound so penal?”
Jessica snickered. “I’m gonna let you rethink that question.”
She rolled her lips inwards. “Criminal. That sounds less like cock, right?”
“Just a little,” was the snickered retort. “Anyway, I need details.”
“I thought you were going to make me feel a hell of a lot worse about myself before I split with the details. That’s why I’ve taken so long to tell you.” She eyed Jessica with a suspicion that belonged to a cop studying a drug dealer. “What gives?”
Jessica began rubbing down the counter. “Nothing.”
“You might as well start whistling if you’re trying to l
ook innocent. What. Gives?” she repeated.
“Well, he’s really cute. You can’t deny it.”
“I’m not going to bother. I just tapped that,” she said grimly. “Cute doesn’t cut it anymore.”
“And that’s why I need the details. All the details. Every single last one of them. That man is fine, and I need to know if the advertisement matches up to the product.”
Samantha snorted. “You’re a pervert.”
“I am not! I’m just genuinely curious about my friend’s sex life, when that friend hasn’t had sex since her husband died, and then when she does, she has it with Joshua freakin’ Lewis! I mean, damn girl. That’s some ass to tap!”
Wincing, Samantha reached for the cookie she had no idea why she’d ordered and began to crumble it into little pieces as Jessica started cleaning the coffee machine. When the hissing and spitting died down, she knew Jessica had given her about as much time as she was going to allot, so she bit her lip and tried to figure out where her brain was.
It wasn’t where she’d thought it would be the first time she had sex with a guy after her husband, that’s for sure.
“You look pensive. Was it that bad?”
She snorted. “It was that good.”
Jessica quirked a brow. “Better than Jamie?”
“You didn’t just ask me that, did you?” She pulled a face.