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dry off behind the semi-translucent curtain. I do that in the tub so as not to drip on the floor--remember, he didn’t have any rugs. I didn’t want to slip and kill myself. That’s no way to die.
     
     
    I guess the thing that surprised me most was the fact that I never pegged Chaos for patience. But there he was, arms folded, leaning, still naked, still a little moist with water droplets amongst the hairs of his manly body. Waiting. Watching me.
     
     
    Freezing, with a hand on the half-pulled shower curtain, and the other hand holding the towel to my front, I squeaked. “I thought you were gone.”
     
     
    Lazy smile. Appreciation in his eyes. Cool. Those were the things I noticed. He didn’t appear to be going anywhere fast. He asked, “Did I say I was going out?”
     
     
    “No, but--” I let go of the shower curtain, putting both hands to my towel. He needed bigger ones--towels, everything else he had was big enough, thank you very much--I was sure of that. I almost dropped the darn thing while trying to wrap it around me without giving him another show. I know, foolish, since he’d already seen pretty much everything I had.
     
     
    He seemed amused by my sudden discomfort.
     
     
    I noticed the door was cracked. Probably to let out the steam.
     
     
    Rubbing his jaw, he said, “I can’t figure out why you’re so tense. I mean, I’ve been doing my best to help you relax.”
     
     
    That made me blink, and back up a bit. Was he being funny? Yeah. That smirk was on his lips.
     
     
    “Maybe,” I climbed out as modestly as possible, re-securing the towel by tucking it in by my breast, “Just maybe, you make me uptight.”
     
     
    “Hm.” He thought on that while I tried to pat myself down discreetly without dislodging my protective covering.
     
     
    Water dribbled down the sides of my face, rolled over my neck and sluiced inward, pooling in the crevice, small as it was, between my breasts. I patted it more than once there. Actually, I clutched the towel to me. It was my only defense from his wolfish gaze.
     
     
    I was totally self-conscious. I had nothing to put on, no way out. And there he was ‘hming.’ “What’s that supposed to mean?” I had to ask.
     
     
    He shrugged. “Looks like I need a little more practice.”
     
     
    “At what?” Picture me doing a sudden deer in the headlights imitation.
     
     
    Chaos smiled at me again, one of those cat’s-got-his-eye-on-the-mouse smiles. Totally ridiculous for a dog like him and a bitch like me.
     
     
    I backed up, lifted my chin and told him, “Practice your little head games on somebody else, please. I’m too old and tired for that shit.”
     
     
    He looked me up and down, probably assessing my age, and then--bastard--turned his back and walked out, flipping over his shoulder, “Yeah. I’ll bet you are too old for my shit.”
     
     
    I padded after him. I wanted to protest. I felt suddenly...unwanted. Blocked out.
     
     
    Chaos yanked open a sliding door of a closet and reached for clothes. Even his jeans were hung up. I knew a woman did that for him. That made me straighten my spine, get a little sense, maybe. He’d been toying with me? Having a little fun? It was obviously over. I felt tremendously stupid. (Yeah, again .)
     
     
    I would have liked to stand there and watch him dress, but more than that, I knew I had to get out--before he realized that I wanted to stay. I threw up a wall in my head, and told myself over and over again, “Right, I don’t want any part of Chaos.” A mantra, trying to convince myself more than him probably, I let it loop over and over again in my head while I scrambled around for my clothes.
     
     
    Found everything but my panties and bra. Okay, I found my miniskirt and top, my heels, and my jacket. That was enough. And my purse. I had myself together in no time flat, kept my back to Mr. Fuck You, Too.
     
     
    The homeys were moving around down there, at the other end. Damn. I’d