Page 72 of The Sebastian Guarantee
“Results? That has to be a good thing.”
“Yeah, my data is promising,” he replied and stuffed the pad into his backpack.
His behavior was off. It was odd to see Sebastian jittery.
She glanced at the shower, and she put it together. “Seb, you don’t have to be embarrassed about working in the bathroom. Some of my best ideas come to me in the shower.”
“That’s it. That’s what happened.” He picked up the stone and watch from the lip of the sink and added them to his pack.
“Thinking about your mom and Libby?” she asked, watching him closely as he zipped up the bag.
“Something like that.” He leaned against the sink, eyed the treat in her hands, then flashed her a sexy half-smile. “What do we have here?” he purred, sounding more like himself.
Her core—her now very wet core—clenched, and her nipples tightened at the sound of his gravelly voice. It was time for man-eater Phoebe to take over. She took a bite, then held the baked good to Sebastian’s lips. “I thought you’d like to taste my cookie.”
Hello, party people! Phoebe 2.0 was in the house.
Sebastian’s gaze darkened. “I believe we established that last night.” His cocksure grin widened. He took a bite, then hummed his satisfaction. “Delicious, and I’m not talking about the baked goods.”
This man.With anyone else, she’d feel like such a total weirdo talking like that. But with Sebastian, it was fun, flirty, and so easy to slip into her alter ego. Then again, nothing was real. She and her best friend had changed roles, donned new skins, residing in creative mode. What would happen when they were back in the real world?
Pushing the thought aside, she offered him another bite, then brushed a crumb from the corner of his mouth. “Did you have these sent up?”
“No, I grabbed the cookies and chocolate milk off the lunch buffet, and Mae was nice enough to give me a tray.”
She jammed what was left of the treat into her mouth. “The lunch buffet? What time is it?” she garbled through chocolatey bliss.
“It’s almost three.”
“In the afternoon?” she shrieked. “Why did you let me sleep all day?”
He looked her up and down with a decidedly mischievous glint in his blue-green eyes. “Lose the shirt, and I’ll tell you.”
She was not expecting him to reply like that.This bathroom tête-à-tête just got way more interesting.“Lose the towel, and I’lllet youtell me,” she countered, carrying herself like the man-eater she was, at least for the moment.
Sebastian’s grin widened. With a flick of his wrist, the snowy white towel hit the ground, revealing the full-on god-bod package, complete with one hell of a hard-on.
She gestured to his equipment. “Did my cookie do that to you?”
“No,youdo this to me.”
What was a gal supposed to say when the sexiest man on the internet dropped his towel and doled out a little dirty talk?
Answer: Get naked.
Like she had a vendetta against clothing, she ripped the button-up apart. Buttons bounced, hitting the tile floor as she tossed his shirt next to the discarded towel. “I hope you weren’t too attached to that.”
He raked his gaze over her body. “I can’t think of a more fitting end for a garment.”
“Good,” she breathed, body tingling and goose bumps peppering her skin.
He took her hand and led her under the shower’s warm spray. “Come on, shirt annihilator. I could use a hot shower for my sore muscles, and I reckon you could, too.”
Reckon.
She giggled as the water soaked her tangled hair and trickled down her back.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked, soaping up.
