“It’s not safe,” I concluded.
“No. It’s not safe.”
“For either of you?”
“No.”
“But you’re working together now?”
He didn’t answer.
“For me?”
He didn’t answer.
“I think you might be a little scary,” I told him.
He turned to his back and pul ed me into his side.
“Don’t listen to my aunts. I’m not nearly as scary as they want me to be.”
He was wrong.
He was terrifying.
Chapter Sixteen
Coffee Maker
The alarm went off, Eddie touched a button and rol ed out of bed.
I snuggled into the pil ow.
He wrapped a hand around my wrist and pul ed me out of bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked, half asleep, half pissed off and halfway across the room.
“Time to shower, then time to find bad guys,” Eddie replied.
Shower?
I was stil waking up when he picked me up and put me under the hot water. I looked up at him in disbelief, blinking as the water came down on me when he joined me and pul ed the shower curtain around us.
“Something to learn about me,” I told him, “I’m a Snooze Button Girl.”
He smiled down at me, reached around and grabbed the soap.
What he didn’t do was respond.
I turned my back on him, the best way to hide my na**d body.
Why were men so okay with nudity? It wasn’t fair.
Of course, Eddie had a great body, he certainly had nothing to hide. If I had Eddie’s body, I’d probably wander around na**d al the time. Not that I had a bad body, I had curves in al the right places. They were curvier a few months ago, when I had time to eat.
“I real y don’t like you,” I said to the showerhead.
His soapy hands came around my middle, he pressed his body against my back and his mouth found my neck.