I’m so distracted by my thoughts that it takes me a moment to see what’s behind the shampoo bottle on one of the shelves.What the hell is that?
Brushing both hands through my hair to push the water out of my eyes, I see it much clearer. Once I grab it and hold it in my palm, I know exactly what it is.
A pleased smirk spreads wide over my face at the thought of her using this in the shower and screaming out her pleasure. Pressing the button, I feel it come to life and imagine Viola thinking of me as she gets herself off.
Now I know exactly why she came into my room—inspiration.
Once I’m finished, I turn off the shower, then grab my towel and dry off. I don’t leave without her little toy in my hand. I’m about to give Viola Fisher a taste of her own medicine.
With my towel still wrapped around my waist, I strut down the hallway back to where she’s sitting, her nose still stuck in her eBook. I almost have to do a double take to make sure she’s breathing.
“So, V…” I stand behind her and lower my body, crossing my arms over the back of the couch where her head is resting. “Good book?”
“What do you want, Travis?” The disdain in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed. I can only laugh at how bored she sounds.
“Well, I was thinking we could play a little game.” Her eyes blink up away from her Kindle, but she doesn’t turn her head. “Winner gets bragging rights for the rest of the week.”
She lowers her lashes, her expression barely changing. “Not interested.”
“Hmm…” I say, pretending to really be thinking it over. “I think you’ll be very interested in this game. See, it fully benefits you. I only get partial benefits.”
I see her throat move. “Then why would you even want to play?”
“For the thrill, Princess. You know I can’t deny a challenge.”
Her shoulders move up and down, her breathing speeding up. “Fine. What is it?”
She doesn’t even take her eyes off her Kindle, but I’m about to change that.
“Close your eyes.”
That gets her attention. She jerks her head toward me, furrowing her brows. “Are you joking?”
“What? You don’t trust me?” I ask, the corner of my lips tilting up and giving me away.
“I wouldn’t trust you even if Jesus himself came and blessed your forehead with a Bible in his hand.”
“Funny you bring up what’s in my hand…because I have something I know you’ll really enjoy.”
She narrows her eyes, knowing I’m definitely up to something.
“Viola…” I lower my voice. “Close your eyes.”
She waits a moment to read my face, but I don’t give anything away. She finally exhales and closes them.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now relax.”
She obeys and releases a gentle breath. “If you smash a pie or something in my face, I’ll feed your balls to the birds,” she threatens, and my smile widens.
“I wouldn't dare,” I mock. “The name of the game is Guess that Object. Are you ready?”
She sighs. “Sure.”
I step in closer to her neck and inhale her clean scent. If I didn't want to wring her neck the majority of the time, I’d be tempted to do much more than just smell her.
I bring my lips closer, just below her ear and place a soft kiss. Her body shudders. I see the strands of her hair stand as her skin pricks with goose bumps.
“Is this where I guess?” she asks, unamused. “What's rough, dry, and promises an STD?”