Page 73 of The Bartender's Baby

“I haven’t in a while because it’s really hard, but I’m about to have multiple people all up in my business, and I don’t want to have hair everywhere.”

He smiled an annoyingly irritating smile. “Why? I don’t mind it.”

“We haven’t had sex in weeks. Not since your sister’s wedding.”

“Yeah. When are you going to let me touch you again?”

I rolled my eyes. Never. I felt like a water balloon about to pop. A cranky, sweaty, hairy balloon.

I didn’t want him touching me. Let alone even looking at me. Securing my towel firmly under my arms, I grumped, “You are the worst.”

He hummed in agreement, sitting down next to where I still had my foot propped up. “I know. The absolute worst.” He picked up the shaving cream can and shook it a few times. “Buying a kiddie pool so you could stay cool.”

He did do that. After I’d complained about how hot I’d been, he put up a plastic pool in the backyard for me and filled it with ice-cold water. I sat in that thing for hours every day.

“Giving you back rubs all the time.”

His hands were magic; I had to give that to him.

“And now, shaving your legs.”

I blew out a loud breath, acquiescing. “Fine.”

“Well, don’t sound so put out about it. I’m doing you a favor, princess. Take the towel off.”

I made a face. “No.”

“I can’t see.” He’d started rubbing the cream up and down my leg and motioned to my thigh as if he couldn’t possibly reach it with me wearing a towel.

“I don’t want you looking at me.”

He widened his eyes,lookingat me. The smartass.

“I’m huge and uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, so stop making this difficult. Drop the towel, and let me do this. It’ll take a few minutes. Come on.”

I mumbled a few curses and let go of the towel, only to cross my arms over my chest and hinge forward, so he couldn’t get an up-close view of the jungle between my legs.

In a matter of minutes, he had my entire right leg clean-shaven then moved to my left and asked, “You want anything else done while I’m down here?”

“No,” I snapped because I knew what he referred to. Myjungle.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m not having you shave my vagina.”

He had the audacity to actually appear put out. “Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“Because this is already embarrassing enough. I’m completely helpless. I can’t bend over, can’t put on underwear, can’t fucking get up from the toilet. I have to literally roll out of bed every morning. You don’t know what it feels like to be so completely out of your own body. I hate it.”

He nodded, calm and understanding. “Makes sense.”

I hated him for that, too.

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