Page 17 of One Bossy Date
Holy shit. In my fright, I’d forgotten that I was only in my now-wet white T-shirt—completely see-through—and my yellow panties—now equally as see-through.
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
To make matters worse, my nipples had decided to turn into stiff little peaks, poking eagerly through the thin, wet material.
At least I was wearing a bra.
Looking back up with wide eyes, I realized that he, too, was in a rather compromising state. Utterly, irresistibly naked, he clutched a gray towel around his hips as his hair dripped water onto his broad shoulders. It slid down over his substantial pecs and nipples…and over the deep ridges of his abs. My gaze tracked one of the larger droplets as it connected with other droplets, and I wondered how far down it would roll, and if the droplet would follow the ridge of his “V” down to his—
“Hello?” he asked, clearly impatient.
I tore my eyes away and looked up to meet his.
“Um, yes, I’m so sorry. The dogs knocked me into the jacuzzi, and I wanted to…well…” I looked down at the skirt in my hands. “I wanted to save this…”
It seemed so trivial now, especially when telling a man like him, who could clearly afford to buy a new outfit every day.
Wait, a man like him? “Are you…” I hesitated with a frown. “AreyouMr. Anderson Windham?”
He scowled. “Yes. Now answer my question—what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to look after your cats.”
With a cold, careful voice, and suspicion evident in his gaze, he said, “I don’t have cats.”
There was silence.
And there was more silence.
“What?” I finally asked shakily.
One of the dogs nudged my leg as if he sensed the perfect moment to clear this up. His name tag caught my eye, and I squinted to read it.
Ares…and the other…Hades.
Crap.
“Well, crap.” I tossed my hands up, accidentally causing the skirt to drip water across the tiles. “I thought I wascatsitting.”
I’d signed up for rascals, yes, but in cat form.Ishould’ve been the pissed-off party in this situation. Nothim.
“You’re the person Caroline arranged to come in for the boys? Zoe Jones?”
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“Why would you think they were cats? Didn’t she explain the job to you?”
Still feeling uneasy after hearing a person in my apartment while I was in the shower—after a long, much-needed workout this morning—a sense of realization hit me.
What were the chances that Caroline would hire this woman—the same slightly crazy cat lady I’d met earlier that week? I guessed the chances were notthatslim since I’d made the mistake of assuming the coffee shop was still there. Knowing the barista used to dog sit, my assistant had possibly made the same mistake.
Usually, she wasn’t so vague with details… I wondered if Caroline had kept a few things to herself just to make sure someone would take the job. Clever woman.
However, I now had to deal with the fallout.
Something I certainly had no time for, and no patience either.