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found herself staring at the closed bedroom door, and shook her head, wondering at her lack of focus. Sex was reputed to scramble one’s brains, and she now had more than mere anecdotal evidence to support the claim. “The sooner we take that puppy home so I can train him properly, the better,” she announced, simply from the need to have something sensible to say.
Tyler snatched a t-shirt from a pile of clothing he’d tossed beside his bed and used it to wipe her down. “Uck. I think you might need a shower.” He dumped the contents of the drawer, and the t-shirt, atop a used towel and bundled it up.
Jay inhaled through her nose. The odor of canine urine wafted to her. “I believe you are correct.”
Tyler stuck his head out the doorway and then gave her an All Clear signal. And as she exited the bedroom to make a dash for the bathroom, he smacked her lightly on the buttocks. “Maybe I’ll join you,” he said.
“Maybe I’ll even let you.” Jay tossed the comment over her shoulder. And, when she was duly rewarded with a sharp inhalation and the patter of footsteps racing after her, her lips curved in what humans might consider a very wicked smile indeed.
Chapter Four
Jay poked her head out of the shower cubicle and pressed a finger to her lips to indicate Tyler should remain silent.
What the—?
He shot her a quizzical glance and then the light bulb went on. “Caro’s eavesdropping isn’t she?” he hissed. Brat. His sister was gonna be very sorry for a very long time.
She shook her head. “It’s your father.”
Tyler gulped, scrambled back into his pants, and shot a glance at the bathroom door. A few minutes later and…. He shuddered. What his father would have heard didn’t bear thinking about. Bad enough getting caught in the bathroom fully dressed while Jay was naked as the day she was born. Uh, make that
created
.
“Do I have time to get out of here without being spotted?” he asked.
“No. But if you’re looking for an excuse to be in here while I am unclothed, simply tell the truth—that the pup urinated all over me and you were bringing me fresh clothing.”
Tyler nodded enthusiastically. Yeah that’d work.
“It’ll be more convincing if you zip the fly of your jeans,” Jay murmured, and then she ducked beneath the shower spray, shutting the cubicle door behind her.
Jee-zus. Tyler fumbled with his zipper, and nearly jumped out of his skin when his dad asked, “Jay, you in there?” The question was followed by a soft knock that was a token politeness at best, because his dad didn’t wait for an answer before trying the handle of the bathroom door. “I need to speak to you. It’s urgent.”
Tyler flipped the lock and opened his mouth to present his excuse, but before he could speak, his dad said, “You’re here, too? Good. Saves me coming looking for you.”
His father strode up to the cubicle to tap on the door. “Keep the water running, Jay,” he ordered. “Less chance of being overheard that way.”
The cubicle door cracked a couple of inches and Jay stuck out a hand. “Pass me a towel, please? I can hear easily enough over the running water if you lower your voices, but it will be difficult for you to reciprocate.”
Tyler’s dad passed her a towel, and she emerged a few seconds later with it wrapped around her torso.
The steam had turned her hair to ringlets. Droplets of water clung to her eyelashes and glossed her skin. Tyler knew Jay’s looks were the result of her creator’s vision and skill rather than a happy genetic accident, but despite all that, despite everything he knew about her, at times like this Jay’s beauty was like a sucker punch to the gut that left him breathless. It had been this way ever since he’d glimpsed her on her first day at Greenfield High, waiting for her class schedule. And the fact she’d chosen
him
, Tyler Davidson, ex-jock-god fallen from grace relegated to the bottom of the pecking order, when she could have crooked
Tyler snatched a t-shirt from a pile of clothing he’d tossed beside his bed and used it to wipe her down. “Uck. I think you might need a shower.” He dumped the contents of the drawer, and the t-shirt, atop a used towel and bundled it up.
Jay inhaled through her nose. The odor of canine urine wafted to her. “I believe you are correct.”
Tyler stuck his head out the doorway and then gave her an All Clear signal. And as she exited the bedroom to make a dash for the bathroom, he smacked her lightly on the buttocks. “Maybe I’ll join you,” he said.
“Maybe I’ll even let you.” Jay tossed the comment over her shoulder. And, when she was duly rewarded with a sharp inhalation and the patter of footsteps racing after her, her lips curved in what humans might consider a very wicked smile indeed.
Chapter Four
Jay poked her head out of the shower cubicle and pressed a finger to her lips to indicate Tyler should remain silent.
What the—?
He shot her a quizzical glance and then the light bulb went on. “Caro’s eavesdropping isn’t she?” he hissed. Brat. His sister was gonna be very sorry for a very long time.
She shook her head. “It’s your father.”
Tyler gulped, scrambled back into his pants, and shot a glance at the bathroom door. A few minutes later and…. He shuddered. What his father would have heard didn’t bear thinking about. Bad enough getting caught in the bathroom fully dressed while Jay was naked as the day she was born. Uh, make that
created
.
“Do I have time to get out of here without being spotted?” he asked.
“No. But if you’re looking for an excuse to be in here while I am unclothed, simply tell the truth—that the pup urinated all over me and you were bringing me fresh clothing.”
Tyler nodded enthusiastically. Yeah that’d work.
“It’ll be more convincing if you zip the fly of your jeans,” Jay murmured, and then she ducked beneath the shower spray, shutting the cubicle door behind her.
Jee-zus. Tyler fumbled with his zipper, and nearly jumped out of his skin when his dad asked, “Jay, you in there?” The question was followed by a soft knock that was a token politeness at best, because his dad didn’t wait for an answer before trying the handle of the bathroom door. “I need to speak to you. It’s urgent.”
Tyler flipped the lock and opened his mouth to present his excuse, but before he could speak, his dad said, “You’re here, too? Good. Saves me coming looking for you.”
His father strode up to the cubicle to tap on the door. “Keep the water running, Jay,” he ordered. “Less chance of being overheard that way.”
The cubicle door cracked a couple of inches and Jay stuck out a hand. “Pass me a towel, please? I can hear easily enough over the running water if you lower your voices, but it will be difficult for you to reciprocate.”
Tyler’s dad passed her a towel, and she emerged a few seconds later with it wrapped around her torso.
The steam had turned her hair to ringlets. Droplets of water clung to her eyelashes and glossed her skin. Tyler knew Jay’s looks were the result of her creator’s vision and skill rather than a happy genetic accident, but despite all that, despite everything he knew about her, at times like this Jay’s beauty was like a sucker punch to the gut that left him breathless. It had been this way ever since he’d glimpsed her on her first day at Greenfield High, waiting for her class schedule. And the fact she’d chosen
him
, Tyler Davidson, ex-jock-god fallen from grace relegated to the bottom of the pecking order, when she could have crooked
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