was going to happen between us and yet we are somehow drawn to each other.
Was it fate? Or maybe God was finally paying attention to me and this was how he was getting his jollies off?
"Did you get a pass for today?"
Dex's voice startled me and I dropped my conditioner bottle on my foot. "Shit."
"Are you okay?" Dex paused on his side and I rushed to answer, "I'm fine. Just dropped my conditioner."
"Oh. Okay." Was that disappointment I heard in his voice?
No. I was just projecting too much. There was no way that Dex actually wanted to rush to my rescue and yet the dream came back to me. I didn't know why but I had a feeling that the man fighting in my dream had been Dex and he'd been fighting...for me.
A tense silence filled the bathroom each of us washing on our own. It was then that I realized I hadn't answered his question. "Azazel is letting me go today."
"That's surprising."
I snorted. "Yeah. Except, I have this nifty shock collar keeping me from getting out of line so that should be fun." I fingered the metal bracelet. Should these be gotten wet? Since I hadn't gotten shocked yet I figured it was fine.
"Yeah, she's quite proud of those. I remember the day she set them up. The students almost rioted." He chuckled to himself and I couldn't help but close my eyes and savor the sound of it. Of course, that only made me imagine what he was doing over there. The water trickling down his bare skin. His muscles contracting and releasing as he rubbed over each pectoral and then down his rippling abs, taking his precious time as he made his way down his happy trail and wrapped his hand around his -"
"Elle?"
I jerked out of my daydream so hard that my foot slipped and I crashed to the ground. "Fuck," I groaned, rubbing my back and side where I hit the nearby bench. Much to my horror the shower stall flew open revealing a very naked and extremely wet Dex.
My mouth gaped open the pain in my back momentarily forgotten as my eyes raked over him. They trailed over every inch of his deliciousness and landed on the long hard length settled between his legs.
A sharp inhaled breath from him reminded me that I was naked too. I scrambled to my feet, grabbing my towel off the hook on my way up as Dex turned his back on me, giving me a glorious view of his backside.
"Are you okay?" Dex asked, his shoulders tight and the cheeks of his ass flexed.
I securely wrapped the towel around myself and turned off the water. "Yeah, I'm fine. A bit bruised but I'll live."
Dex jerked his head down once and then hurried back to his stall. The door closed with a clack and the knobs of the shower squeaked as he changed the temperature.
My face heated as I imagined the cold shower he must be having now. "Dex..." I stepped to the wall separating us, placing my hand against the cool surface.
"Go get ready to leave, Elle." Dex gruffly responded, dismissing me.
Sighing, I gathered my things and walked back to my room not bothering to change first. It was still early so no one was in the hallway not that I'd have cared one way or the other. When I arrived in my room, I shut and locked the door before throwing my towel clad self onto my bed.
This was bad. This was so unbelievably bad. I had the hots for Dex. Well, of course, I did. He was irrefutably handsome. Sexy in a dark and dangerous way. I snorted. Dex dangerous? He was a teacher for one and more angel than human. He wasn't any more dangerous than Sarah was.
Still, man did my imagination not do him justice. I sighed longingly before forcing myself to get out of bed and get ready.
I decided on a pair of Rockstar jeans that were ripped at the knees and up the thighs, a white ribbed tank top over a black bra. I topped it off with my jean jacket that my mom and I had bedazzled one lazy summer day. Wearing it made me feel close to her and I needed that right now.
Once I was ready, I made my way downstairs. I grabbed a piece of toast and an apple from the breakfast table and ate on my way out the door. There was already a group of students