Page 88 of Faking the Pass
Presley looked down at the shorts in question, and to my utter dismay, they began to inflate.
He picked up the kitchen towel beside him and held it over his front.
“For the record, your honor, there wasn’t even anything happening there until you mentioned it,” he growled in an irritated tone.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But this is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re a normal, healthy male.”
Who was I kidding with that? Presley wasn’t normal. He was very nearly a supernatural being.
“And I’m a normal, healthy woman,” I said. “And we find ourselves in an unexpected, uncomfortable situation we can’t escape. So I think it would be wise to set a few ground rules. It’ll make this whole situation more bearable for the both of us.”
Presley glared at me, and apparently I was being a real boner-killer because he set the towel back on the countertop. With force.
“Fine. You win. We wouldn’t want any ‘unintended consequences’ spoiling this vacationparadise. Let’s spell it out in black and white.”
“Great.” I picked up my pen again. “Is there anything you’d like to add?”
“Mornings are my workout time, and I don’t want any distractions,” he said. “So if you happen to get up early, stay out of the gym.”
I wrote it out.
Rosie stay away from gym
“No problem. I’ve never met a gym Ididn’twant to stay out of. What else?”
“Obviously we’ll take turns using the shower. You can have it first every day if you want.”
And now I was thinking aboutsharedshowers, thank you very much. My face flash-broiled with heat.
Hopefully Presley didn’t notice what had to be a corresponding tomato-esque skin tone.
“Thank you for your generosity,” I chirped in an overly bright tone and wrote down:
Rosie has first shower
“What else?”
His long pause made me glance up.
The look on Presley’s face caused my belly to clench. Actually, that was a lie—the clench was lower.
It was a devilish look, and Presley Lowe wearing a devilish expression was everything my lady parts never knew they needed.
“No swimming too close,” he said in a deep, smoky tone. “In the pool or the ocean. I don’t need your legs accidentally stroking the front of my ‘wet board shorts.’ That woulddefinitelylead to some ‘unintended consequences’ for a ‘normal, healthy male.’”
Suddenly, I was fighting for breath. I struggled to keep my hand from trembling as I wrote it down.
No close swimming
