Page 14 of Revealing Mark
“What exactly are you looking for?” I asked, putting a hand to my hip. He had some nerve walking around like he had some reason to.
He continued his inspection, ignoring my question.
“Mark?” I said, waiting for an answer.
“You’re hiding something, Tracy, and I’ll figure it out so why don’t you save us both the time and tell me?” He faced me and my mouth dropped open at his brazenness.
He gave me a steel look as I snapped my mouth shut. He was so confident, there was no doubt in his mind, and he was right but I was never going to admit it.
“There is nothing. Honestly, Mark. I think your job is getting to you.” I shook my head wearily as I shoved the clothes I held onto a nearby chair.
His gaze was razor sharp as he studied me.
“I don’t have all day,” I said, slipping my shoes off and picking them up. “I’m going for a soak in the bath. Snoop around all you want but you’re wasting your time.”
I didn’t look back when I headed to my room and closed the door. Out of his eyesight, I leaned against the door and sighed. He was really making things difficult with his persistence.
I threw my shoes in the closet before turning the taps in the bathroom. I would have a bath and I bet he would be long gone by the time I got out. I stripped my clothes off, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
Smiling to myself, I got into the steaming water and inhaled the scent of the bubble bath I’d added. I leaned back and closed my eyes as the heat seeped around my body. For a little while I blocked out Jack and the annoying bodyguard who was probably coming to the realization that there was nothing for him to find.
A light knock at the bathroom door sent me reeling and I lost my balance. My head went below the water and I came up spluttering, the water swooshing over the edge and splashing water over the sides.
“You can’t come in!” I yelled, attempting to stand to grab my towel.
What the hell was he doing?
“You have five minutes,” he commanded without opening the door.
I swore when I stepped out of the bath into a massive puddle on my bathroom floor. I was so going to give him a piece of my mind. I quickly tucked the towel around my body and shoved my wet hair out of my face. I didn’t even give a thought to what I looked like. The most important thing was having a go at him.
The nerve!
I swung the door open and was about to let loose on him when the sight of him standing in the middle of my bedroom stopped me in my tracks. His eyes tracked me slowly from head to toe when I stopped just inside my room. Any words that had been about to fly out of my mouth evaporated and I was left speechless while I felt the burn of his gaze on every inch of my body. Heat burned my cheeks at the brazen way he was staring at me.
“You might want to put some clothes on,” he suggestedbefore leaving my room. I swayed and leaned a hand against the wall to steady myself.
Damn the man.He couldn’t just do what he liked in my apartment. This was my safe place and I felt so out of place while he was in it.
In just the short time he had spent in my apartment, it had already given me enough to create the most erotic dreams of him. I put my hand to my still heated cheek. Could he tell? I hoped not. It would be too embarrassing.
If he didn’t leave this time I was going to call the cops and report him for trespassing, I thought to myself as I quickly dried off. I didn’t know how I would explain that to my brother or my parents but I was too angry to care. Mark was overstepping the boundaries and I wouldn’t allow him to get away with any more.
I had allowed him to question me and I had even allowed him the dance. But this was too much. What if he had just come in? And…seen me naked? There were bubbles, but I doubt they would have hidden everything. But instead of feeling angrier, I felt flustered.
No, no. I was angry and I was going to stay that way. I grabbed a pair of yoga pants and my favorite shirt. There was no time to dry my hair so I toweled it a bit but it didn’t help much.
He was waiting for me when I walked into the living room, ready for the confrontation I had plotted in my mind.
“You’d better have a good explanation for interrupting me,” I said, coming around to glare at him.
“I decided to do as you said and I had a look around.”
“And?” I prompted impatiently. There was no way he could have found something, was there?
“Your brother told me you keep your camera equipment at home.”
I nodded. “Get to the point, Mark.”
