Page 2 of Dax
Jane laughs in my face and puts a hand on my shoulder. “I hate to tell you this, Kate, but the drive over here was boring as hell. You may find podcasts about press printing, and invitation design fascinating, but for me, it felt like being back in trig class… If I didn’t love you so much, I’d have told you to stop the car and hitchhiked back home.”
“Okay.” I hug her tight. “You can choose the music on the way back. But first, I need to pee.”
“You’re gonna pee here?”
“Where else can I go? I’m not exactly going to squat behind a bush outside.” I notice a spark of mischief in Jane’s eye and immediately try to temper it. “You go wait in the car. I won’t be a minute.”
“Okay,” she says reluctantly, and without making any attempt to turn around and return to the car.
I roll my eyes and head for the nearest restroom.
The floor is tiled, so I take my shoes off. Even if the house is empty, the sound of my heels clip-clopping over the floor is so loud it freaks me out.
I’m only using the toilet, but I've never felt more like a burglar in all my life.
It doesn’t take long to find the commode, and pretty soon I’m heading back out to the front, trying not to think about how their bathroom alone is bigger and nicer than the apartment I live in.
I could probably afford to live for a year off the sale of their antique-looking toilet paper holder.
My mind fills with figures and the list of problems that have been plaguing me at work.
It’s not that there aren’t any other buildings in the area. It’s that either they’re too expensive, or they’re too far away, or they’re not the right size.
If I could somehow free up a bit of spare cash, maybe things would be different. But, I’ve done these sums a million times already, and no matter which way I look at it, the answer’s always the same… I’m screwed.
“Oh, shit.” I haven’t been paying attention to where I was going, and without realizing it, I must have taken a wrong turn. I look around, not knowing which direction is the right direction.
The sound of a tap running reaches my ears. Freezing me to the spot.
Maybe there is someone here after all?
I creep forward, instinctively walking on the balls of my feet.
Peering my head around the corner of the door, I can barely believe my eyes.
Standing at the sink is a man… and he’s topless.
His huge, rippling muscles make my loins quiver. His back and his arms and his chest are all covered in tattoos. There’s a large scar on the side of his ribs. He’s humming to himself as he cleans grease from between his fingers.
Suddenly, he spins around, an iron bar already in his hand.
His movement is so quick, I step back and clumsily trip over my own feet.
The next thing I know, I’m laying on the floor, and the huge, sexy beast of a man is standing over me, offering me his hand. Water dripping from his fingers onto my dress.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.”
He lifts me from the floor like I weigh nothing more than a bag of potato chips.
“I didn’t mean to,” I tell him, trying not to stare at the huge bulge in his pants or the well-defined six-pack just above it. He's so yummy, it takes all my self-control not to reach out and stroke him. “I was merely using to find the restroom.” I brush my dress down, put my shoulders back and assume my most professional poise.
He takes a step closer, closing the gap between us. I have to crane my neck to look up into his deep, dark eyes.
“I’ll take you anywhere you need to go,” he growls, running his tongue slowly across his bottom lip.
Then, just as I’m about to collapse into his arms and tell him he can do anything he wants with me, Jane runs past shouting, “we’ve got to go! Come on Kate! Run Run Run!”
I look up into the dark handsome stagers eyes one last time and shrug.
