I moved to grab it, but it slipped from my fingers and landed on the floor.
Shit.
I quickly bent down and wrapped it around my body.
“I’m going to give you five seconds to tell me how the fuck you snuck into my condo,” he said, “and then a generous set of thirty seconds to get dressed while I call the police.”
“There’s no need to call the police, sir.”
“That’s not what your first five seconds are for…”
“I didn’t sneak in—” I swallowed. “I mean, not technically, because I have a key.”
“A key?” His jaw tightened. “Who on this building’s staff gave that to you?”
“No one.” I shook my head. “I’m a real estate agent and I, well, you know.”
“No. I don’t know. Explain.”
“I just requested a showing and it granted me access, so?—”
“So, there’s a real customer?”
“No.”
“And you only requested it so you could steal a fucking shower?”
“Steal?” I shook my head. “No, I was just borrowing it because my shower is a disaster and…”
I struggled to find the right words as his glare shifted from heated to glacial. “I always clean up when I come here, I swear.”
“You’ve done this before?”
Shit.“No. Never.”
“For how long?”
“I should really get going.” I glanced toward the doorway. “I’m running late.”
“Not before you give me what I asked for.” He stepped to the left, blocking the exit. “How long have you been sneaking into this unit without my goddamn permission?”
I bit my tongue. There was no way in hell I was revealing that information.
“Okay,” he said, his voice clipped. “Which real estate agency do you work for?”
Yours…
“You wouldn’t know it.”
“Try me.”
“I can’t really remember right now.”
“You can’t recall your owner’s name?”
“I can describe how terrible he is, if you prefer…”
“Okay.”