Page 66 of EverGreene
“I’m going to need to think about that. I wasn’t expecting you, and I’m not really dressed to receive company.”
“You’re in that t-shirt with that orange cartoon cat again, aren’t you?” He laughed. “It’s fine. I hate Mondays, too.”
“You know what, I could never understand that. Like, why would a housecat give two shits what day of the week it is? What does it matter to them? But to answer your question, no. I’m not wearing one of my ultra-sexy, oversized t-shirts with random food stains on it.” I sat up in the tub, positioning the phone’s camera at chest level, shooting a picture of my breasts covered in suds and texting it to him. “I’m actually wearing something that gives less Saturday morning cartoon and more Cinemax after midnight.”
I giggled to myself when I saw V practically drop his phone on my front porch, catching it in mid-air and staring down at the screen. His carnal groan rippled through my body, somehow making me even wetter than I already was.
“Ever,” he said, his voice hoarse even being filtered through the modulator. “I’m coming in.”
“No, you’re not. The door is locked, and I’m not getting up to let you inside.”
“That wasn’t me asking you. That was me telling you. You have approximately ten seconds before I come through the door. I suggest you fly away, little bird.”
My heartbeat accelerated, throbbing almost as intensely as my lady parts. Did he just imply he was going to break into myhouse to take me? And why did that turn me on so much? If I weren’t already in the bathtub, I would be soaked, anyway.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said, far more smugly than I actually was.
“Suit yourself.” V pulled something from his pocket. “Ten.”
What the fuck? Was that a key? Did he have a key to my house? I strained my eyes, squinting to see the object he held in his hand. It was too thin and long to be a house key. No, he wasn’t simply going to unlock my door. The bastard was going to pick the lock.
“Nine.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? Eight.”
He made a show of inserting the pick into the lock. From the bathroom, I could hear the door handle to my front door begin to jiggle.
Oh, shit.
I scrambled to my feet, having to practically breakdance to prevent myself from slipping and falling on my ass.
“Seven.”
“You know, it’s going to be hilarious if you can’t get my door unlocked, and you’re standing out there in the cold with nothing but that cocky attitude to keep you warm.”
“I’ve already unlocked the door. I’m just being nice right now. Six.”
Fuck. Frantically, I reached down and snatched the towel from the floor, wrapping it around me one-handed as I clutched the phone.”
“Four.”
“What the hell happened to five?”
“It’s getting windy out here, and I’m cold. Three.”
I stepped out into the hall, looking toward the living room, heart racing.
“Two. One. Time’s up.”
The door flew open, bouncing off the doorstop. A sudden wave of cold air came rushing inside as V slammed the door closed, appearing in the living room seconds later. His large silhouette filled the entryway to the hallway where I stood, frozen. We stood staring at each other as my brain ground to a screeching halt, rendering me a deer in the headlights before my fight or flight instincts finally kicked in much later than they should have. Terrified, excited, and horny, I took a hurried step away from him as he entered the hall, but his long strides quickly closed in on me.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins, not out of fear but, instead, unbridled glee. A scream escaped my lips while also simultaneously forming what had to have been the most all-encompassing smile I’d had on my face in a long time, all while V gained on me like a hunter closing in on his prey, ready to take aim.
And take aim he did.
Mere footsteps away from reaching my bedroom door, a large hand reached out, grabbed my arm, and threw my body against the wall. My phone slipped from my hand’s precarious grip when both of my wrists were captured by V and forced above my head, where he held them against the wall, one-handed.
