Anne was done. Her back hurt, her head throbbed, and if she didn't feel hot water on her skin in the next five minutes, she was legally going to commit a crime. Possibly arson. The bathroom was calling her name like a siren in a sea of frustration, and she answered without hesitation—marching in like a woman possessed.
The sound of running water? Fine. Probably just the tap.
Steam in the air? Okay, maybe the shower was on.
The very naked, very wet, very not-alone male figure turning around in shock?
Yeah. That was Eric.
Anne froze.
Eric froze.
Water ran down the ridges of his toned chest like it was in a damn commercial.
And Anne? Her brain completely short-circuited.
"OH MY GOD!" she shrieked, whipping around like she'd just opened the gates of hell.
"WHAT THE HELL, ANNE?!" Eric's voice cracked into high-pitched disbelief.
"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE IN HERE!"
"I LOCKED THE DOOR!"
"No, you didn't, Einstein!"
