In the distance, I hear the bathroom door creak open and feet padding on the carpeted floor. A second later, he’s standing in front of me, peeking through the crack in the door and our eyes connect. Pushing on the wood, he sends it swinging open and my eyes fall to his bare chest to the black boxer briefs fitting oh-so snuggly around his, ahem, package.
Good fucking lord. This man is so beyond sexy, it’s downright sinful.
I can’t help myself. My eyes scan over his body, mentally documenting every inch into my mind for permanent reference. The longer I stare at him, the more I start to question myself on why I decided it was a bad idea to hook up with him.
Oh, because he’s my stepbrother. Right!
He leans his shoulder against the doorway, the movement snapping me out of my daze. I shake myself from my thoughts, remembering the conversation I had on the phone a moment ago.
There’s a crooked grin lining his mouth, and I can’t help my eye roll knowing how much he’s enjoying being on the receiving end of my blatant perusal.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had my car towed?”
“I had your car towed.”
I bite down on my lower lip, fighting off the urge to smile.
“You didn’t have to, ya know.”
“Yep.”
“So, why did you?”
“Would you rather I left your broken-down rust bucket on the side of the road?”
“I just mean I could’ve handled it.”
“It’s called a favor. Most people say, ‘thank you’ and move on.”
“Thank you.”
He doesn’t reply, simply nods his head. Tightening his fist around the towel rolled up in his hand, he presses off the door frame and backs up.
“Um… could you possibly give me a ride over to pick it up? Jayde texted me to say I forgot to collect my tips from last night. I’m not sure what I owe you, but I’ll give you what I have and, if it’s cool with you, I’ll pay you the rest with my next paycheck. Hopefully, I’ll earn enough over the weekend.”
“I’m not worried about it. Give me a few to shower and, uh, get decent. We can head over after.”
Nodding my head, my eyes drop down to his waistband again when he turns. The visible bulge barely contained by the cotton stretched across his waist has me struggling to swallow.
Brix chuckles, muttering something under his breath. I can’t be entirely sure, but it sounded like he said, “Be careful.”
A few moments later, I hear the door click shut and the sound of water running in the bathroom next to my room.
I squeeze my eyes tight as mental images from last night flit through my mind. How he looked standing outside my car in the rain, to the way his hips gyrated in front of the crowd. I imagine him standing naked in the shower, looking all too delicious like he had a moment ago, and it makes my mouth water.
I force myself to my feet and focus on finding something to wear and fixing my hair before we pick up my car. It’s nearly twenty minutes later when my hair is dry and my clothes are on when I realize the sound of the water next door is still on.
What the hell is taking him so long? I still need to do my makeup and style my hair, and everything I need is left in the bathroom with him.
Standing outside the bathroom door, I hesitate for a second before I knock lightly and check the knob to see if it’s locked.
“Yeah!” His voice shouts.
Opening the door slightly, I peek my head in enough to ask, “Are you almost done? Or can I grab my stuff out of the cabinet quick?”
“Go for it.”
His response causes my adrenaline to spike, opening the door enough to slip inside. Steam billows around me from the intense heat. I take a deep breath, pushing myself to grab what I need and get out.