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at the end of the hall, I say a mumbled prayer of hope under my breath and knock. When there's no answer, I open the door exposing another barren room. The emptiness inside it clogs my throat.
     
    I'm out of a job... I'm out of a pay check... I'm out of the art world... What the hell am I gonna do with an art history degree outside of art?
     
    I give the room a final look before opening the door to my right, assuming it's the bathroom connected. With the idea it's probably as abandoned like all the others, I enter with the same defeated expression only to find a surprise instead. My hands instantly fly over my mouth.
     
    Lord have mercy....Are you kidding me!?! Was that the sound of my ovaries exploding or yours?
     
    I drop my hands to shriek, “Why are you naked?!”
     
    Tucker cocks a smirk, blue eyes shimmering with trouble. “Left my floaties in Hawaii.”
     
    My eyes give his wet naked body another glance before my hands cover them.
     
    I couldn't fucking help it! He looks even more delicious wet! Those cut abs. Those perfect pecs. The happy trail that acts like a runway to his cock. Mmmm. No. I didn't actually see it...Do you really have to ask if I wanted to?
     
    “I meant why are you still wet?” I grit my teeth. “Err..um...in the circle thing filled with water?”
     
    There's amusement in his tone. “You mean the bath?”
     
    “Uh-huh.” Doing my best to calm more than just my flushed face, I mutter on, “I mean I sent you the thing on the phone with the words to tell you I was coming.”
     
    Oh hell, I wish he was making me come.
     
    Another wince escapes and I try to correct again. “Here. Driving in the car over here to...pick you up. I just assumed you would be ready to go to the place with the things for the making of the stuff.”
     
    Wow. See what I mean. Pretty sure, cave women had an easier time communicating than this! Geez, I gotta get a grip, which I know will not happen if I open my eyes and get another glimpse of those cut muscles you would break a tooth on if you bit one. Which I...I...I don't want to do. I'm not a biter. I mean...I don't think I'm a biter. My sexual exploration is rather low...I'll admit those hard abs of his would be worth exploring with my tongue.  What did he do to get those anyway? Live in a gym since birth?
     
    Tucker chuckles. “You mean, the art store?”
     
    “Mmhm,” I try to hold my composure. “So...why are you still in the bath?”
     
    “I have no concrete concept of time. Hazard of living so freely I guess.”
     
    “Okay then.” Shutting my eyes, I use one hand to reach behind me in search of the door frame. “I'll just...living...room wait.” Another annoyed sigh drops from my lips. “I mean. Wait. I'll just wait in the living room.”
     
    The sound of water moving creates an imagine that will be haunting my dreams for the next several days.
     
    Or years....
     
    “If that's what you want beautiful. I don't mind company.”
     
    Really?! Because this is fair! First guy to cross paths with me who I wouldn't mind sleeping with, who just openly offers, and I'm getting paid to entertain him. Not sure if that's prostitution, but it's making me feel very Pretty Woman like in the wrong ways.
     
    I don't retort. In my attempt to back out again, I bump into the edge of the counter and groan, “Ou...”
     
    “Careful, June Bug,” Tucker says on a small laugh. “You really should watch where you're going.”
     
    “It would be easier if you weren't naked and emerged in water.”
     
    “Which part is the more crucial aspect to be changed? Me naked or me in water?”
     
    Don't...don't answer that.
     
    Thankful to have found the door frame, I grab it, spin my body around and allow my eyes to finally open. “Take time your.” I shake my head. “Take your time. I'm on your schedule now.” I quickly shut the door behind me before rushing out of the bedroom, making sure to repeat the action. The moment it's closed the back of my head