Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I opened my eyes as I moved into the plank position and found myself right in front of a pair of socked feet. I gritted my teeth as those feet moved and Theodore bent down, barely in my line of sight, saying something.
I had no idea what he was saying. I only knew he was talking because I could see his mouth moving.
What kind of idiot talked to someone torturing themself in the plank position? Didn’t he know I was already dying? What made him think I could reply right now?
“Okay,” I said, hoping it was the right answer to whatever it was he’d said.
I couldn’t hear a thing.
I used noise-cancelling buds for a reason.
Whatever it was, I must have given the correct response, because both his stupid handsome face and idiotic hot dog socks disappeared.
Honestly, if everyone at the office knew he wore funky socks at home, he’d never live it down, especially with Daniel and Melody. I really needed to sneak a picture of him wearing them to use as blackmail.
I was sure I’d need it for something or another.
I worked through the rest of the video, finishing with some slow breathing, and closed my eyes on the yoga mat for a second. Thank God that was done. I’d worked out some of my stress and gotten my muscles moving.
If only it hadn’t been a week since I’d been able to work out.
I was going to be sore tomorrow if I didn’t take care now. I had nothing left to do for today until my promised call with Heidi later, and I needed to at least rinse my body off after the yoga, so I would do my usual and jump in the bath.
I switched the noise in my ears from the lo-fi music to a murder mystery podcast on Spotify and cleared up my mess in the living room, even scooting the sofas and chair back into place. Theodore would probably yell at me for moving it all by myself again, but he’d get over it.
It was just a sofa. It wasn’t that hard to scoot along the floor.
My towels were in the tumble dryer, so I stopped by the mudroom to grab them from the machine before heading upstairs. I could faintly hear the sound of a shower running and paused to look in the direction of Theo’s room.
Was that what he’d told me? That he was done with his call and taking a shower?
Hm. Whatever. I’d be lying if I said the thought of him naked in the same house no longer bothered me, but at least I wasn’t totally flustered by the prospect of it, either.
He wandered around without a shirt on all the time, after all.
Perhaps I was becoming desensitised to his half-naked body after seeing it twenty times a day.
I nudged open the bathroom door and stepped inside.
The room was steamy.
Why was it steamy?
I stopped and blinked, adjusting my eyes to the faint murkiness, and froze.
It wasn’t the shower in his room I’d heard. It was the shower in this room. He was showering in the main bathroom.
Right in front of me.
And he wasn’t only showering, either.
Theodore stood in the large cubicle under the stream of hot running water with his head lowered. One of his hands was planted flat on the wall in front of him, supporting him, and the other was…
Well.
I swallowed.
The other was wrapped around his cock, stroking it.
Why was he doing that in the middle of the day?
I couldn’t hear anything aside from the podcast and the faintest sound of shower water, nor could I move. This was wrong on so, so many levels, but it was as if my feet were glued against the floor, and I could do nothing but clutch my towel to my chest and stare at him.
My erratic heartbeat thundered through my ears, and the warm rush that came with it pooled between my legs. I clenched my thighs together, desperate to stop the arousal that was threatening to wash over me.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
His wet, dark hair partially obscured his face, but it didn’t hide the clenching of his jaw as he pleasured himself. Every dip and curve of his muscular body was visible, from his broad shoulders to his thick thighs, and I could even see his forearm veins popping every time he moved his hand.
Oh, God.
I had to leave.
This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I had no business standing here watching my boss get himself off in the shower. If he turned and—
He was looking at me with wide eyes. His lips moved, and I vaguely heard him say my name, and I stumbled back into the sink.
“I didn’t see anything!” I shouted, shoving away from the sinks and running out of the bathroom. I dropped my towels on the way into my room and slammed the door behind me, quickly twisting the lock and throwing myself onto the bed as if it’d overwrite what I’d just seen.