Page 28 of Bridesmaid for Hire
He sidesteps me and heads to the bathroom. “I’m staying here and I’m due for a shower.” He sets his bag on the counter and then pulls on the back of his shirt until it’s up and over his head, revealing his impressively ripped chest.
Dear God.
Look at those pecs.
His shoulders.
Those arms.
His abs…
Who knew Brody McFadden was so…fit? Does Gary know this? Does Gary work out with him?
That makes me mentally chuckle. Gary doesn’t work out. I don’t think he’s ever worked out—
Brody takes his belt and pants off and deposits them on the floor along with his shirt, bringing me back to reality.
“What are you doing?” I ask, knowing exactly what he’s doing, but the large pecs slightly short-circuited my brain.
“Taking a shower, I told you that. Now you can either watch or you can go elsewhere, but either way, it’s happening.” He slips his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs…wait, are those nude?
“You wear nude underwear?”
He smirks. “Didn’t want to show my panty line under the linen suit.” And then he starts moving his briefs down. I turn around with a screech just in time as I see them fall to the floor next to my foot.
I hear the rain shower turn on and the frosted glass door swing open and then shut.
How the hell is this happening?
“I…I told you you’re not staying here.”
“Heard you the first time, princess,” he says as I glance over my shoulder to catch his silhouette in the glass. “Doesn’t change the fact that I’m sleeping in your bed tonight.”
Outraged, I turn around just in time to catch him bringing the soap down his body, to his…
I slap my hand over my eyes, as my mind sends me back to the make out session where I cupped him.
So big.
So long.
Dear God in heaven, the silhouette matches the imprint I can still feel in my hand.
I peek through my fingers just in time to see him rinsing off, his back to me.
Focus, Maggie.
With a shaky, less confident voice, I say, “There’s no way in hell you’re sleeping in my bed.”
“And how do you plan on enforcing that?” he asks as he lathers up his hair.
“Uh, by telling you no,” I say, my eyes traveling down his body. I can’t reallyseeanything other than a shady outline, but as they travel lower, I can confirm there is a beefy stick of salami between his legs, and it has my mouth watering.
“What makes you think I’m going to listen to you?” he asks.
Great point. I don’t think he’s ever listened to me.
“I’ll call security,” I say. “Have you physically removed.”
