Page 99 of Privilege

“Except I won’t get caught, so drop it.”

Rose sighed. “You won’t even entertain the idea that—”

“Nope.”

“Impossible. You are absolutely impossible, Renzo.”

“I like to think of myself as resilient.”

He had to be, didn’t he?

He had to be so they didn’t have to be.

“I’ll be around to pick him up tomorrow, but if he asks for me tonight, just call,” Renzo said.

“I don’t think he will. He did fine the last time he was with me.”

“That was then.”

This was now.

He left that unspoken.

“All right, Ren. What are you doing tonight, anyway?”

He grinned, and glanced over his shoulder to peek at the closed bathroom door. “Hanging out with Lucia.”

Forever the perpetual seventeen-year-old girl, his sister made a high-pitch squealing noise that might have burst his eardrums had he not pulled the phone away in time. He just shook his head when Rose started going off on the phone.

“I will talk to you tomorrow,” he told her.

Without a goodbye, although he suspected his sister didn’t really give a shit either way, Renzo hung up the phone. Dropping it to the foot of the bed, he already had his shirt and jacket tugged off and his jeans undone by the time he reached the bathroom door. Behind it, he could hear the water running, and a soft humming, too.

He listened for a moment.

Waiting.

Turning the knob and opening the door to step inside the bathroom, he heard it again. Clear as day, and sweet as could fucking be.

She sang in the shower.

He stood there, watching through the frosted glass of a shower that was big enough to hold at least five people comfortably as Lucia danced behind the glass, and sang a song that was way too popular on the radio.

It wasn’t really the singing.

Or the song.

It was just her.

And the crazy thought that filtered through his mind of, I’d like to hear her doing that every single day, not just today.

“Hey.” Lucia popped her head out of the shower, and eyed him with a sexy grin. “Coming in, or …?”

God.

How could she even ask that like he might refuse or something? There was no way he was ever going to tell this woman no when she offered something like that to him while naked, wet, and … yeah, Renzo was so fucked.

Renzo stumbled over his own damn feet in an effort to get what remained of his clothes off so he could jump in that huge shower with Lucia, and find the heaven waiting for him between her beautiful, creamy thighs. Her laughter only spurred him on to move a little faster when he growled, “Keep laughing at me, and I’ll give you something to fill that pretty mouth of yours full, Lucia.”