A freestanding tub sits right next to the drapeless window, with the shower stall with a multi-jet showerheads opposite.
The thought of undressing in very little privacy is unnerving. Sure, this high up only the birds and a helicopter or three will fly close enough to see, but still…
Suck it up, buttercup.
I undress and head for the shower. The tiles feel cool and delicious beneath my feet. As much I’m dying to try out to the tub, the last thing I want is for Jared to find me naked in the bath.
Are you sure?
That tingling teases through my body again and I whimper under my breath. I wash quickly and efficiently, my face heating up when I feel the slickness between my thighs when I rub the sponge there.
My whole body feels strange and on edge as I dress. I choose white leggings, a pink tank and flats. Then, because it always makes me feel better, I add my white tutu on top of the leggings.
After I brush and re-knot my hair, I return to the bedroom and my breath catches when I see Jared waiting for me in the doorway.
Something leaps in his eyes and his nostrils flare as his gaze travels over my body.
One hand leaves his pocket, and he holds it out to me. I don’t know what’s happening to me because my heart leaps and I rush to the door to take his hand.
He drags me close, ducks his head into the crook of my neck and inhales greedily. “You smell incredible,” he says gruffly. Then he starts to drag me off again.
“Wait. I…how long are you going to keep doing this? Keep me here, I mean?”
A glower of displeasure darkens his face. “That depends on your father, doesn’t it?”
And that is that. Because if Dad is guilty of what Jared is accusing him of—and his behavior this past couple weeks leads me to believe he is—then my future is entirely in Jared Prince’s hands.
I feel guilty for the spikes of anticipation that pulse along with the anxiety swirling in my belly.
Surely, I’m not craving more time with this man?