never met anyone who can push my buttons without even trying.
Troy had a game yesterday and didn’t come home until the early hours of the morning. I only know the exact time because the jackass made a ruckus when he came in. At least he didn’t bring a girl with him. We don’t share a wall, but I’m sure I’d hear them getting it on.
I bet he’s good in bed.
Whoa. Where did that thought come from?
You probably need to get laid, Charlie. It’s been months.
Shut up, whore!
Ugh, my conscience is being such a bitch this morning. I’d better get my mind out of the gutter pronto.
I went to Golden Oaks yesterday, so I have Sunday all to myself. I hit the gym first—I still haven’t asked Troy if I can use his home workout room. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever ask. I’m in total avoidance mode.
The next stop is the grocery store. I load up, so I don’t have to make another run in the middle of the week.
When I get home around noon, Troy is still sound asleep. I can hear him snoring from the hallway.
I haven’t decided yet what I’m going to do the rest of the day, but a shower is the first order of business. I’m in the middle of washing my hair when the hot jets turn into drips, followed by nothing.
I glare at the showerhead while turning the knobs. “Are you kidding me?”
Cursing, I wrap myself in a towel and test the faucet. Dry. The toilet won’t flush. Did the water company cut our water supply on a Sunday? Fuck. It can’t be for lack of payment, and they warn you when they need to cut supply for maintenance work. I bet they did send a notice, and Troy simply forgot to tell me. Son of a bitch. I’m going to kill him.
Still dripping wet, I march to his bedroom. I don’t barge in, but I do knock hard on his door.
“Troy! Get up!”
He groans, then says, “Go away!”
“No. Get your ass out here.”
I hear the sound of sheets being tossed aside, then heavy steps stomping closer. He opens the door with a yank. “For fuck’s sake! Wha—” His eyes widen. “Why are you naked and covered in soap?”
“Because I was taking a shower when suddenly the water cut off,” I grit out.
“And how is it my fault that you forgot they were going to turn off the water for a couple hours?”
“I didn’t forget! You never told me.” I gesture widely with my hands, and the towel almost comes undone.
Troy notices, and his smirk is infuriating. “I attached the notice on the kitchen board. It’s really not my fault you missed it.”
“Ugh! You’re so annoying.” I turn around and stride down the hallway. Instead of returning to my room, I run downstairs.
I have to get the shampoo out of my hair, and the only water we have in the house is Troy’s sparkling shit. I grab a few bottles, then lean over the sink to rinse my hair with his fancy bubbly crap.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
Fuck. I didn’t know he’d followed me.
“What does it look like?” I pour fizzing, ice-cold water over my head and hair, getting goose bumps immediately. Maybe I should have warmed it up in the microwave first.
“You’d better replace my Perrier,” he says.
“Yeah, sure.”
A throaty chuckle follows.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Do you realize that bent over like that, you’re giving me quite a view?”
I snap back into a straight position, wincing as my now cold hair slaps against my back. “Were you ogling me?” I turn to glare at him.
He’s not smiling now, and his hungry eyes make my mouth go dry. My pulse skyrockets as I wrestle with feelings of anger and desire. I was too pissed when I banged on his door to notice Troy was only wearing boxer shorts. Now his shredded abs and chest are all I can see.
My eyes have a will of their own. They travel south… and hot tamales. My lady parts turn into flames. Troy is aroused—big time. Emphasis on big.
Damn it. I can’t fall for the trap that’s Troy’s godlike body.
“I couldn’t help but look. You were flashing your… goods.”
Heat creeps up my cheeks as I hug my middle, feeling completely exposed. “Well, don’t get any ideas. That’s all the view you’ll get.”
Summoning all the dignity I have left, I walk around him with my chin raised high. I purposely keep my pace normal, fighting the urge