Page 32 of When He Fights
He had not locked the door.
She’d stumbled in just as he’d left the shower.
He’d only been wearing a towel.One wrapped around his hips.So many powerful muscles had been on grand display.Her fingers had itched to touch him.She’d visualized herself ripping his towel away.Pouncing on him.
Instead…
She’d retreated.Closed the bathroom door without a word.And pretty much fallen into a puddle.
Two days.Two days had passed since he’d roared back into her life, and she was already having sex dreams about him.Because, sure, why not?Why not have sex dreams?Of course, tonight’s dream would probably be even more intense on account of the little shower peep show she’d gotten earlier.
“Bye, Ana!”
She jerked and waved and pasted on a bright smile.
The last of her students vanished.Her breath expelled.Soft, soothing music still played on the speakers.She’d hooked up the music using her phone, and she headed to the left so that she could turn off the sound system.A few swipes, and the music stopped.
The sharks kept swimming.The rays floated by.When the rays displayed their underbellies toward the glass, she could catch a glimpse of their faces.It always looked like they were smiling at her, even though Ana knew that was just a trick.Not a real smile but just the way their mouths and nostrils were centered on their faces.Still, itlookedas if they were smiling at her.And their smiles usually made her feel better.
Slowly, Ana walked toward the massive glass.She didn’t touch it.Didn’t poke at it.Just stared as the fish swam by.Because she was a frequent visitor, some of those fish even started to swim closer?—
The fish suddenly cut away.Darted off in a fast and furious exit.That was odd.
“Ana.”
She gasped and spun around.
Turner stood there, dressed in black pants and a black shirt.His hands were loose at his sides.
“Ana, we need to talk.”
Her heart slammed into her chest.“The aquarium is closed right now.”Only her students would have been given admission by the security guards to enter.They would have shown their tickets and been granted entry.But the yoga session was over, and her students had all left.The security guards would still be patrolling, though—they would have checked out each student and then secured the exterior doors.
So what is Turner doing here?
“He’s staying in your house, Ana.”
She backed up.Almost bumped the glass.
“I worked so hard to get close to you.”Turner took an aggressive step toward her.“And now he’s in your house?You won’t eventalkto me when I call or text you!”
“There’s really not a lot to say.”She still had her phone in her hand.She’d grabbed it when she turned off the sound system.Her bag was near her feet.Her bag and her mat.
A muscle flexed along Turner’s clenched jaw.“I had to wait until I could get you alone.Two fucking days.”
She swallowed.A guard could come along on a patrol any moment.Any old moment would do.“How did you get inside?”
“One of the guards is a student at my dojo.Green belt.When I told him that I wanted to surprise my girlfriend, George let me enter.”
Her stomach knotted.“I’m not your girlfriend, Turner.This should not come as a shock given what happened the last time we spoke, but we are not working out.”
That muscle along his jaw flexed again.“If you had just come with me to the concert, everything would have already been over by now.”
Uh, no.The knot in her gut got tighter.“Over how?”Husky.She wet her lips.
His head tilted to the right.“I kinda liked you.Didn’t expect to do that.I was paying back a debt.Waiting until I got the order.”
No, no, no.This conversation was going from bad to worse with every second that passed.“The order?”she squeaked.Fear made her squeak.
