Page 72 of Love Unavoidable
Ethan stands, the towels slips from his waist. I can’t help it, my eyes go straight to his groin, waiting to see if it will be bared. But somehow, even with a broom, dustpan, and mop, Ethan catches the towel and holds it in place with more poise and balance than I could ever hope to. At least when I’m around him.
“Can I take something from you?” I ask.
“I got it, thanks though.” He walks back down the hall to put the broom and things away.
God, he’s so polite. And distant. I hate it. I want to say something to him, I just don’t know what.
My phone rings again. This time my hands are free, and I make it the entire five steps into my room to answer it without incident. Sometimes it’s the little things.
I don’t recognize the number. “Hello?”
“Hey, is this Sadie?”
“Yes, this is she.”
“This is Charlie, Chance’s sister, we met at the shower.”
“Oh yeah, hey, Charlie, how are you?”
“I’m well, you?”
“Good, thanks.”
“Great, well, the reason for my call is Ethan mentioned you are looking for a job and that you have a lot of dance experience.”
“I am, and I do,” I say.
“So, one of my girlfriends owns a studio that offers yoga and other mat classes, she wants to offer dance classes as well. Is that something you can do?”
“Absolutely.”
“Not full time or anything, obviously, but a few days a week to start. See how it goes. She knows a lot of other studios and clubs that offer classes, so who knows, maybe it could lead to something else,” Charlie says.
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much for thinking of me, this is great!”
“Don’t thank me, this is all Ethan’s doing.”
“Oh. Wow. Well, I’ll have to thank him as well. What . . . um, what is the next step? Should I show up somewhere, or?”
“If it’s okay with you, I’ll give Danielle your number and that way you two can connect without me as middle man. Does that work?”
“Yes, definitely, thank you so much.”
“No problem. Talk to you soon, bye.”
I hang up the phone feeling like my entire life just took a turn for the better.
“Ethan,” I call out down the hall.
“Kitchen.”
I head down to the kitchen. Ethan is leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. He has since changed from the towel to low hung sweat pants but remains shirtless. My eyes follow the lines of muscle from his shoulders down to the V leading into his pants. If there was an award for the most foolish girl in the world, I would win hands down for not taking this guy to bed.
Because, holy bastion of beautiful.
I clear my throat. “I . . . um . . .” I shake my head to clear it. “I wanted to say thank you for recommending me to Charlie’s friend Danielle, via Charlie.”
“No problem,” he says, taking a long sip of coffee, watching me over the rim of his mug.
