Damn,I thought.I totally missed the look he was giving me.
“Tomorrow works,” Hunter replied. “You know me: I’ll be around all day. You got plans tomorrow, Brad?”
“Nope!” he said with drunken cheerfulness. “I was supposed to be on sales calls tomorrow, but my manager took me off that account because they didn’t think I knew the software product well enough.”
Hunter grimaced. “That sucks.”
Brad shrugged. “We’ll see what happens. I’m trying to stay positive about it. For example, I’m planning on sitting by the pool tomorrow and enjoying the time off.”
“Nice,” Hunter replied, but the look he gave me made it clear he wished Brad would scram and give us some time alone.
We took an Uber home and all of us said goodnight, disappearing into our respective rooms. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then turned the lights off and went into my room. But I left the bathroom door open and waited.
When Hunter went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, I was sitting on the edge of my bed. He paused in the bathroom, surprised to see the door open. He smiled at me as he pasted his bristles, then began brushing his teeth.
Wordlessly, as if he wasn’t there, I began undressing myself. I turned around and pulled my jeans off, bending over to give him a glimpse of the black-and-pink thong I was wearing. I couldn’t see him, but I distinctly heard the teeth-brushing pause while he watched me. Then I pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground.
I walked across my room to the dresser, topless and wearing only panties. Hunter resumed brushing his teeth, but did so slowly while his dark eyes watched me. His tall, muscular body was a silhouette in the doorway while I rummaged in my dresser drawers, eventually selecting some pajama bottoms and a loose-fitting T-shirt. I put them on slowly. My nipples were as hard as Emily Hanes’ soon-to-be-produced diamond, and I knew Hunter could see them poking against the shirt.
I smiled lustily at him, walked to the bathroom door, and then closed it on him.
I heard a deep sigh, and then the water ran as he rinsed out his mouth.
My phone vibrated as I crawled in bed.
Hunter: You’re evil.
Erica: What do you mean? I was changing clothes before bed. You were the pervert watching me without my knowledge.
Hunter: So. Evil.
Hunter: You make me want to be bad.
Erica: Oh, I want you to be bad too. Tell me how bad you want to be.
Hunter: Right now I’m thinking about inviting Brad into the garage to show him something on the Mustang, and then ACCIDENTALLY dropping a pipe wrench on his foot. That would buy us five, maybe six hours of privacy while he’s getting X-rays at the hospital.
Erica: LOL
Erica: Although your heart is in the right place, maiming my brother isn’t as sexy as you might expect.
Hunter: Fighting a guy at the brewery: sexy. Wounding Brad: not-sexy.
Hunter: I’m taking notes.
Erica: Fingering me on the couch: VERY sexy.
Hunter: It’s been a couple of days. Do you think he’s ready for us to tell him?
The sudden change of subject wiped the smile off my face. I frowned at the screen while trying to decide how to respond.
Erica: He needs more time. I really don’t want to drop this on him right now. Especially with his job not going well.
Hunter: I understand.
Hunter: But I’m also dying to touch you.
Hunter: How much longer do you think he needs?