Page 38 of Beautiful Crazy

My psyche perks up at the idea of new clients. “Oh, yeah, great. Go ahead and send it along and I’ll look things over and let you know what I can and can’t do.”

“Sounds good. Still on for girls’ night tomorrow?”

“For sure! I need to pick up my dress for the wedding too. Hadley and Lacey were going to be coming in, but if the roads are too bad, they might choose to just have me pick everything up. Is Shelly coming?”

“Yep, she’s in, and she lives close so no worries for her.”

“Great. I’ll touch base with you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Have a great day my friend.”

“Same, girl. Talk to you later.”

I put my phone down on the sink and turn on the shower, waiting for it to warm up to Defcon fire levels. A hot shower is just what I need to get this day started. If only I could get through it without wondering what showering with Emmett might be like. That seems to be where my thoughts wander lately whenever I stand in here with warm water washing over my body.

Standing in a steamy bathroom fresh out of the shower, I wrap myself in my oversized pink towel and open the bathroom door expecting to see Lola laying just outside as always.

“Fucking shit!” I shout when I come face to face with a God-like half-naked body shimmering with sweat. I grab tighter onto the top of my towel, praying it doesn’t loosen, and gawk at the man standing in front of me. “Emmett, you scared me! What are you doing here?”

Emmett tilts his head, checking me out from head to toe. “Snowed in, Em. Boss called and told us not to come in, so I went downstairs to workout in the gym.”

I laugh nervously. “Oh. I didn’t know. That’s good. I was worried about you commuting in all that snow.”

Emmett has yet to back away from the bathroom doorway. Instead, his gaze flits to my lips, my body wrapped in this towel, and back to my eyes. “You alright? You look…hot.” His brows rise appreciatingly.

Hot?

Hot as in it’s super steamy in here and it’s temperature hot?

Or hot like I’m naked and wrapped in a towel hot?

That’s stupid, why would he say I’m hot wrapped in a towel. He never says that…

“Uh…yeah, it’s freezing outside so I didn’t bother turning on the fan. I needed the heat to stay in here.”

“Uh huh.”

Pushing my fingers through my wet hair, I try to casually ask, “So, when did you umm, when did you get back here? I didn’t hear you come in.”

I try to step outside the bathroom to head to my room, but Emmett still doesn’t budge.

“You were on the phone when I came in. Lola meowed at me a few times, but you must not have heard her.”

I did hear her.

I didn’t know she was meowing at him.

He couldn’t have heard my conversation with April.

Surly I would’ve heard him come in the apartment.

“On the phone.” I gulp. “So did you…umm…”

I take another step, but he still doesn’t give any impression that he’s going to move out of my way.

“Did I what?” He smirks.

Fuck.

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