Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
There’s someone in the shower. My shower. Why is there someone in the shower?
I choke on the humid air as the person turns, revealing the swell of breasts and lush curves of wide hips.
Not just a person. A woman. A very naked, very wet woman.
My dick twitches in my pants at the sight. She’s … gorgeous. Long, straight hair drips down her back, the strands ending just above the swell of her ass. She tips her head back to let the shower stream rinse her face, and the way she arches into the water makes my mouth go dry.
Fuck. Not just a girl, she’s built like a goddess.
Without thinking, I take a step forward, feeling for all the world like there’s some invisible force at my back shoving me towards her. It’s impossible to stand still, to put more distance between us.
The goddess in the shower turns, revealing thick lashes clumped with water, green eyes hazy through the glass, and flushed pink cheeks.
Those eyes widen the moment she sets them on me. Her plush lips part, and the color drains from her skin.
She shrieks, water splashing and flesh slapping off the tiles as she stumbles backward.
“Oh my God!” she screams, shutting the water off with a slap of her hand before she throws herself out of the shower stall, wide-eyed and clearly as shocked as I am about this turn of events.
Now that the glass isn’t obscuring her, I’m struck still with the exquisite details of her body. She’s soft and plush all over, and even though I blink, her stunning visage doesn’t disappear. She’s real, not a figment of my wildest dreams.
“If you’re here to, like, rob me, you’re gonna be real disappointed,” she stutters out through clacking teeth, shivering as she wraps her arms around herself. “You can have my laptop, I guess, but it’s nearly a decade old and whirs more than a ceiling fan if you dare to have more than a single tab open…”
My trance breaks amidst her nervous rambling, and I jolt like I’ve been electrocuted. In a fumbling rush that lacks all the sure confidence of my usual movements, I stumble backward, reaching for the towel hanging on the rack that I’ve been blocking with my body. I practically throw the fluffy white towel at her, biting my tongue to stop a groan when she gasps and bends at the waist to grab it before it hits the floor.
Fuck, this girl is beautiful.
More than just her stunning body, the fact she’s not still screaming and threatening to call the cops on me makes me need to know more about her. Because any normal person would be kicking and fighting and grabbing for the nearest available device capable of calling the emergency services.
Instead, this shower-damp goddess, hair dripping onto the bath mat and shivering, bundles herself up in the towel that’s just long enough to cover the curve of her ass when she holds it around her chest, covering herself even though the image of her will be seared into my brain for the rest of my life.
It would be impossible to ever forget her even if I try, which I already know I won’t.
Which is why I need to get the fuck away from her. This response, this caveman-style possessive desire burning through me—this is absolutely not fucking normal. And for all her rambling and lack of running away, it’s clear I’ve scared this girl by barging in on her.
It takes more force of will than I want to admit to turn on my heel and stomp out of the bathroom, the cloud of fruity shampoo-scented humidity following me out the door before I slam it behind me.
I shake my head, practically sprinting back down the stairs to the kitchen, putting as much distance between me and her as I can without leaving the house altogether. I nearly break my phone when I yank it out of my pocket. It takes me three times to find my father’s contact and press call because I’m so fucking shaken by what just happened. I don’t get shaken easily. Not through emergencies or threats or major injury. So how the hell has this girl managed to wreck me from just an accidental look at her?
And, probably more importantly, why the fuck is she here at all?
My dad picks up on the last ring, and I don’t even let him get through the word hello before I’m growling down the phone.
“Did you know there’s a woman in your house?” I snap, grip tightening on the phone. Not wanting to actually break the device, I set it down on the counter and put it on speaker.
“A woman…? Oh!” My dad pauses to laugh, and I hear a feminine voice in the background. “That’s just Talia!”
As if that explains anything. “Dad, who the hell is Talia?” I try and fail to keep the exasperation I feel out of my voice.