I was sure I’d see a TV remote and maybe some condoms. Nope. There are two pure black guns sitting inside. I quickly close it back when I hear the sound of water. Again, my stupid feet more toward the sound.
The door to the bathroom is open too. Don’t even think about it, I tell myself as I step closer. That same rush of heat I felt when Devlin told me that he wanted me to dance for him tingles across my skin and settles between my thighs.
“Fuck,” Devlin grits out loudly before I hear a smacking sound followed by a grunt. I tell myself to leave. I even start to turn around to flee the bedroom until he calls my name. I step into the bathroom. Steam fills up the pure white room.
Devlin stands naked in a glass shower with one hand braced against the wall. The other is between his thighs as he strokes himself. He’s not facing my way, but it’s clear what he’s doing. His thick thigh blocks my view.
“Diamond.” He groans my name again. This time it’s louder. Every muscle in his spectacular body flexes. The sound has me pressing my legs together. My nipples tighten. So much so that it’s almost painful. A small gasp leaves me before I can stop it. My body has never responded this way before.
Devlin’s head snaps up. His eyes lock with mine. I open my mouth, but no words come out. He pushes off the wall to reach up and turn the water off. His eyes never leave my body. In fact, they start to travel down it.
The way he’s staring at me, you’d think I was naked. It dawns on me that I’m only in a shirt and my panties. He must have pulled my jeans and shoes off when he put me in bed. I suppose he’s already seen me a lot more naked.
“Did you want me to wash you, doll face?” A sexy smile pulls at his lips. He’s not the least bit embarrassed I’ve caught him masturbating with my name on his lips. I’m still having a hard time understanding this attraction he has to me.
“I was looking for the kitchen,” I blurt out.
Devlin turns to fully face me as he reaches for a towel. My eyes drop to his cock that still looks to be hard.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, licking his lips. He’s so casual about being naked. I guess he does own strip clubs. He’s used to nakedness.
“Aren’t they supposed to go like soft after you…” I trail off, throwing my hand over my mouth. Did I actually start to ask him about his cock? “Sorry. Never mind.” I turn to flee and almost run right into the wall.
Devlin calls after me, but I keep on running back toward my bedroom. I shut the door before I turn off the light and quickly jump into bed and pull the covers over my head.
I’m so getting fired.
7
Devlin
She ran. I should’ve let her get away. But there’s something in me that can’t allow it. So I chase her, then stop myself as I get to her closed door.
I shouldn’t be doing this. First, I propositioned her. Now I’ve chased her down like I’m a wild animal following his prey’s scent.
Wrapping my towel around my waist, I secure it, then open her door.
She’s hiding under her covers, the blanket pulled all the way over her head. It’s adorable if futile.
Mama doesn’t even look up, just keeps on having kitten dreams.
“Diamond.”
“Mmm?” She makes a high-pitched sound and doesn’t lower the blanket.
“You don’t have to hide from me.” I force myself to stay in the door frame. Hell, I already busted into her bedroom without knocking; it’s the least I can do. “Pull the blanket down.”
“I don’t want you to see.”
“See what?”
When I hear a sniffle, I throw my late attempt at decorum to the wind and stalk over to the bed.
“Diamond, are you crying?”
“Maybe.” Another sniffle.
I reach for the blanket, stop myself, then reach again and grab it, then change my mind again and pull my hand back. “Why?”
“I know you’re going to fire me, so I just don’t want you to see me cry about it.”
I sit on the edge of her bed. “Why would I fire you?”
She stays silent for a moment, then sniffs again. “Because I saw,” she whispers.
I should regret my actions, but I don’t. Maybe I wanted her to find me stroking myself as I imagined burying myself inside her. I’m a bad man, one who knows what he wants. But perhaps I’m missing a bit of finesse.
“I don’t care that you saw.” Not entirely truthful, not a lie either. I don’t care in the sense that I don’t mind. But I do care. I care a whole hell of a lot about what she thought about what she saw.