“Bull?” I call out, feeling the dread wash over me.
I hear him walk up to the bathroom door. “Yeah?” he questions slowly, his tone as cocky as can be, probably thrilled that I need him.
I let out a sigh hanging my head. “I forgot to grab a towel.”
The chuckles continue before I hear a soft thump against the bathroom door. “You realize if you weren’t trying to get away from me so quickly, this probably wouldn’t have happened?”
I roll my eyes but can’t help the traitorous smile that cuts across my face. “Are you going to get me a towel or not?” I find myself leaning against the door, loving that he’s so close on the other side. “I’m more than happy to wait you out.”
“I didn’t realize you were such a liar,” he tells me. “What on earth would your girls say about that?”
“My girls would say that I’m a fucking Rockstar no matter what the cause,” I laugh.
“Somehow, I don’t doubt that.”
“So, what’s the holdup, buddy? Are you getting me a towel, or would you prefer that I freeze?”
“First off, I'm not your ‘buddy,’ I’m your man. And second, I’m trying to work out if I should do you this favor out of the kindness of my heart or if I should be taking advantage.”
I shake my head, feeling like a teenager again as I grin wide. “Forget about it. I’m not about to flash you,” I say, skipping right over the ‘your man’ comment.
Bull laughs to himself, and I hear as he pushes off the door and takes a few steps down the hall, stopping by the hallway cupboard and hopefully pulling out a towel.
He raps on the door, letting me know he’s back, and I reach for the handle, keeping my body hidden behind the door. I open it a slither and laugh as the towel appears through the door.
I hastily grab it and wrap it around myself before letting the door fall open between us. Bull grins down at me like a twelve-year-old boy who just saw his first set of tits. “What?” I question, double-checking that the towel is firmly wrapped around the front of me, and nothing important is poking out.
His grin never falters. “I know you were trying to be discreet and hide behind the door and all, but you forgot about the mirror.”
I whip around and take in my reflection before sucking in a breath. “Damn it,” I grumble. “You couldn’t have been a gentleman and looked away?”
His head shakes, and that grin morphs into one hell of an alluring smirk. “I couldn’t look away from that ass even if I tried.”
My cheeks flame with embarrassment. The last man who got a glimpse of my ass was Bryce, and it’s not like he was one for handing out compliments. Apart from him, there’s been no other, so I’m sorely lacking in this department.
Bull’s hand comes up, and he runs the back of his knuckles down my arm before his brows dip down in concern. “Angel, you’re fucking freezing. How long were you standing in there, convincing yourself to ask for help?”
I can’t help but grin right back at him. How is it he already knows this about me? It’s as though the man can read me. “A little while.” I turn away smiling and head down to my bedroom. What the hell is wrong with me? This man shows up at my door, and all of a sudden, I can’t control myself?
Needing to put some distance between me and the beast standing in my hallway. I can feel his heavy gaze on my back, and to be honest, I can’t quite tell if I like it or not. I step into my bedroom and close the door firmly behind me.
Next problem; what the hell am I going to wear?
I let out a deep sigh as I scan over my choices. I haven’t been on a date in years. I mean, is this formal, or is he taking me to Chuck E Cheese? Am I digging out a nice dress, or should I pull on a pair of sweats and not bother drying my hair?
I decide to go neutral and grab a pair of skinny jeans and a cami before matching them with the jacket that I’d begged my dad to buy me for my twenty-fourth birthday. I’m not usually one to give a crap about clothes, but sometimes a girl sees something in a store window, and