"Fuck," he practically groans.
I glance at him, confused. "What?"
He exhales sharply, like he's trying to get a grip on himself. "I honestly didn't think there was any way you could look hotter than you already do."
I stop.
"What?"
"Butt naked," he adds, his voice rough, "and wet. Fuck!."
The words register all at once and I look down at myself, I am butt ass bnaked.
Fuck! Fuck!!!!
I scream and grab the nearest pillow off the chair and hurl it straight at his face.
"Get out!" I yell. "Get the fuck out of the room right now!"
He catches the pillow easily, laughing under his breath as he backs toward the door.
"Relax," he says. "I'm going."
"I mean it, Zane! Go!!"
"I can tell."
He tosses the pillow back onto the chair and turns to leave, still amused, which only makes me angrier.
As he reaches the door, he glances over his shoulder. "Get dressed and come downstairs little spitfire. Dinners ready."
Then he's gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
