Well, guess what,Panty Thief. That’s not going to happen.
I dart past him before he has time to stop me and head for my bedroom, closing the door abruptly and locking it. He can’t talk to me if he can’t get ahold of me.
Am I acting childish? Perhaps, but I’d rather avoid Levi right now than deal with what just happened.
I grab a change of clothes and wait until the coast is clear to sneak out into the hallway and skirt into the bathroom to shower. There’s a fluffy white towel on the bathroom shelf, so at least I don’t have to ask Levi where the towels are or come face-to-face with him again this evening.
A shower doesn’t help my mood or ease the tension in my neck or tingling throughout my entire body.
He kissed me.
Levi Luxenberg, the grump among all grumps, kissed me.
I groan and soak myself in the shower, the water hot and the room filling with steam. I should have taken a bath. That would have been far more relaxing than pining over my boss.
After I finish in the shower, I dry off and begin to dress, realizing I left my pajama shorts in my bedroom.
I grumble under my breath, slip on my panties and then the button shirt that barely covers my ass.
The towel is soaked and isn’t big enough to wrap fully around my curvy waist without seeing my undies. Whatever. I’ll scurry across the hall. Hopefully, Levi is nowhere to be seen.
Steam fills the bathroom, and I creak the door open. There’s no sign of Levi.
Phew.
I hurry out of the bathroom and rush toward the bedroom door, grabbing the handle to yank it open.
“Forgetting something?” Levi stands in the hallway, his gaze on me or, more specifically, my ass.
At least I remembered my panties.
“Go away,” I toss at him, like that will help. So much for sneaking into the bedroom unannounced. I scurry inside and shut the door a little too loudly. Wincing, I hope I don’t wake Amelia.
Levi would have every right to be angry with me if I did, and I’ll have no choice but to try to get her back to sleep.
On my bed are the pajama bottoms that I grabbed and haphazardly forgot to bring into the bathroom.
Am I trying to humiliate myself in front of Panty Thief? I grumble. He’d probably steal the panties I’m wearing if he could.
I slip on the pajama bottoms and slide under the covers. I want this night to be over, and I never want to face Levi again.
But tomorrow will come, and I’ll have to pretend the kiss and then him seeing me in my underwear never happened.
I’ll just catalog it as an experience to learn from.
You don’t kiss your boss.
Well, technically, he kissed me.
And I fumbled the play.
I’m not into sports, and even I get the analogy. Groaning, I reach onto the bedside table for my book. At least I can bury myself in a few minutes of blissfulness before falling asleep.
* * *
The next morning Amelia stalks into my room without warning.
Did she wake her father yesterday? Is that why he came to my room to let me know that she was up and needed tending to?