Rebel laughed, though there was little humor in it. "Why would I turn you in to the police? I'll never get my money back that way."
"What are you going to do then? It will take me forever to pay you back that kind of money."
He just stood there, staring at me. His expression gave nothing away, but I knew that he was thinking it over. I began to get nervous beneath his quiet stare, and I didn't like the way that his gaze dropped lazily down my body. He may as well have run a match down my body, because I was suddenly on fire, recalling how good his hands and mouth had felt on me. But if he thought I was going to pay him back with my body, he was going to be disappointed.
I wasn't a whore.
By the time his eyes met mine I was glaring at him.
His sexy lips quirked. "I'll think about how you can pay me back while you're showering."
For a minute it felt as if we were squaring off, and neither one of us would back down. With a huff, I finally walked past him to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door. It wasn't lost on me that the lock was faulty and that all he had to do was twist the knob all the way to get inside. I knew, because I'd accidentally locked myself out one day, and it had been that simple to get in.
Well, I couldn't worry about everything.
Tomorrow was another day.