Page 3 of Breaking the Rules
"You sure?" he asks.
"Yeah." I try to find something to say. Fail. It's weird. Unlike me. I hold my own around guys. Even half-naked ones. But afterthat… Fuck, I don't know anymore. "You'll fit in."
"You work the front desk?"
"Yeah. Sometimes." I take a step backward. Suck a breath through my teeth. Hunter is still wearing a towel. My brain is still struggling to function. It's still screamingHunter. Towel. Wet.
It's a cavewoman who can barely put words together.
Though there's a certain flow toHunter. Towel. Wet.
It's poetic.
"I should get dressed." He nods to the office.
"Right." I press my lips together. He's so… This is so… I'm so not doing this. "I should… um… I'll see you later."
He nodssure, turns, and disappears into the office.
I press my bedroom door closed.
Then I slide to the ground and I die of embarrassment.
