She chews her lower lip, thinking it over. She’s got no place to go but here.
“I guess we’re roommates for a few days then,” I say, grinning.
“Fine,” she finally says. “But just so you know, I sleep with a knife under my pillow. If you try anything, I’ll cut your balls off.”
My balls tighten just thinking about it. I believe she’d do it too. I hold my hands up in a placating way.
“I’d like to keep my balls, thank you.”
“Then stay the fuck away from me and you’ll be fine.”
She snatches a laptop of the table and marches into the bedroom. The door slams shut behind her, and I let out a breath.
“That didn’t go so bad,” I mutter to myself.
5
CLEO
Someone’s in my shower. Not that it’s technically my shower, but as it’s the shower in the ensuite attached to the bedroom I’m staying in, that makes it mine.
I pull the duvet off my head and sit up, suddenly wide awake. Over the noise of running water is a baritone voice singing. Kray’s actually fucking singing in my shower.
The door to the bathroom is closed, luckily, but the door to the living room is wide open, which means Kray must have strolled on in here while I was asleep to get to the shower.
The ensuite is the only bathroom in the apartment, and now a big, bearded biker is washing himself in there.
An image of Kray covered in soapy suds fills my brain, and a sudden heat courses through my body. There’s a tug in my core, and I squeeze my thighs together.
It’s infuriating how goddamn gorgeous Ethan’s brother is. It made it extremely difficult to throw him out yesterday.
After he turned up unexpectedly on the doorstep, I spent the rest of the day squirrelled away in the bedroom.
I thought about emailing Ethan, but I hate to bother him on holiday unless it’s urgent. When he’s here, he gives the company a hundred percent, so I like to leave him to get a proper break while he’s away.
Besides, there’s not a lot he could do from Barbados. And it sounds petty, complaining that his brother has turned up. He might suggest I’m not needed to house sit, but I can’t go back to my apartment yet. I can’t throw Lisa out.
Also, I don’t want to cause bad feelings between the brothers if Kray isn’t supposed to be here. With their parents gone, they only have each other. Well, I guess Ethan has Craig and Kray has his MC. But blood must count for something.
The shower stops, and I hear the screen door open, then close. Kray hums to himself as he dries himself off. I’m about to get up and throw some clothes on before he comes into the room when the bathroom door opens.
Kray is wrapped in nothing but a fluffy bath towel that hangs off his hips. Droplets of water slide down his muscular chest and bead in the dark line of hair at the base of his stomach.
Dark tattoos snake over his thick arms, making me want to trace my fingers over the patterns and explore his ink.
My core tightens and there’s a rush of dampness between my legs. My mouth must be hanging open, but I can’t look away.
“Morning,” he says cheerily. “Did I wake you?”
I drag my eyes away from the bulge that’s visible under the fluffy towel and up to his eyes. They’ve got a dangerous sparkle to them, and I get the feeling that if I peeled back my duvet and invited him in, he wouldn’t say no.
“No.” I lie because I don’t want him to think he has any effect on me, even though my core is inflamed and my nipples are hard.
“Thought I’d grab a shower first thing, then get out of your way.”
He reaches a hand up and tussles his wet hair, sending droplets of water into the air.
“Ah-hum.”