"Of course." He grabbed a clean kitchen towel and handed it to her.
She gave him a dubious look. "That won't cover up much."
"Works for me." He tossed it back onto the counter. "I'll bring you a bath towel."
"Could you find something for me to wear?"
"Aye." Maybe a handkerchief.
"Is there a dryer in the house? I need to rinse out my clothes and dry them."
"Aye, right through there." He motioned to a door by the refrigerator.
"Great. Thank you." She headed to the utility room.
He waited for her to pass so he could see her from behind. Her wet panties clung to her rump, wedged into the crease and molded to each rounded cheek. Lord Almighty, he wanted to touch her. Kiss her. Make her shudder and scream.
She cleared her throat.
He glanced up. "Yes?"
She'd paused just inside the utility room to glare at him. "I need those jeans."
"Of course." He strode to the doorway and tossed her wet jeans into the sink next to the washing machine. "I'll be back with some clothes and a towel."
"Thank you." She shut the door after he left.
He dashed to his bedroom to change clothes. He glanced at his bed and smiled. The night was still young, and like Carlos said, a good Vamp could last all night long.
Olivia was relieved to find a stack of clean beach towels on the dryer. She rinsed her sweater in the sink, then laid it on the counter on top of a beach towel. After rinsing the rest of her clothes, she tossed them in the dryer. She glanced at the closed door. Hopefully, Robby would knock first. She quickly stripped off her wet underwear, rinsed it out, and threw it in the dryer.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Just a minute." She grabbed a beach towel and wrapped it around herself. "Okay."
The door cracked open, and Robby peered inside. "Och, ye found a towel."
"Sorry to disappoint you."
He grinned. "Lass, ye could never disappoint." He set a bath towel and some clothes on the counter next to her sweater. He was still barefoot and bare-chested, but he'd traded in the wet boxer shorts for a pair of white martial-arts pants. "Come out when ye're ready." He closed the door.
Ready for what? She grabbed the wineglass off the counter and gulped down a swallow. Relax. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But that was the problem. Where Robby was concerned, she found herself wanting the whole shebang. And she'd only known him a few days.
She turned on the dryer, then examined the clothes he'd given her. They were definitely for a woman, so she assumed they must belong to the wife of whoever owned the villa. They were summer pajamas: a blue tank top and a pair of cotton shorts that were blue with white fluffy clouds.
The shorts fit, although they seemed a bit baggy around the legs. The top was a snug fit that left little to the imagination. With a grimace, she wrapped the bath towel around her shoulders like a shawl. As soon as her clothes were dry, she'd put them on and hurry back home. Or could she? She didn't dare walk home with a jaguar out there. Maybe Robby had a car. Or maybe she'd have to spend the night with him.
She snorted. Her grandmother would never believe the jaguar excuse.
She took another sip of wine for fortification, then left the utility room. The lights in the kitchen had been turned off, but enough light filtered in from the family room that she was able to find her way. She reached the arched entrance to the family room and stopped.
A fire blazed in the hearth. Spare pillows and an afghan from the couch had been spread on the rug in front of the fireplace. She swallowed hard. Robby's intentions were clear. He meant to seduce her.
He blew out a match he'd just used to light a candle on the coffee table. "Would ye like more wine?"
"I'm okay." I'm in deep trouble. She perched on one end of the couch and set her wineglass on the coffee table.
"Are ye warm enough? The only clothes I could find were summer ones that Shanna left behind."