Perfection (Neighbor from Hell #2)(39)

"Um, and what agreement is that?" she asked, trying to sound cool and collected when on the inside she was freaking out and hoping that whatever he was about to tell her was insignificant like promising not to drink, which at the moment she was completely on board with.

He ignored her question and asked one of his own. "Is there any hot water left?"

"Plenty," she said, knowing there was at least ten minutes of hot water left. The water pressure might suck, but at least the hot water tank was huge.

"Good," he said, sounding really close. "Pass the soap would you?"

She was about to roll her eyes at his lame "shower neighbor" joke when she realized two things. He just said that in her ear and there was something hard and thick brushing up against the middle of her back.

Swallowing hard and praying that this was some kind of alcohol induced hallucination, she slowly looked over her shoulder and may have screamed.

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"Are you done yet?" Trevor asked as if stepping into the shower na**d with her and sporting the largest erection she'd ever seen in her life was perfectly normal and maybe in his world it was, but right now she was still gasping for air and holding a hand over her chest, trying to make her heart stop pounding erratically in her chest.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" she demanded once she didn't have to fight to breathe.

"I own the house," he explained as if she were slow as he reached around her and snagged the soap out of the soap holder. He held the soap up to his nose and smelled, frowning. "Strawberries and cream?"

"Yes," she answered automatically as she did her best not to let her eyes drift over the most amazing body she'd ever seen and failing miserably. When she somehow managed to pull her gaze away from the rather impressive appendage that seemed to be reaching out to her she gave herself a mental shake and forced herself to focus.

"I meant what are you doing in my bathroom?" she demanded, only remembering now that she was na**d too late and only because she caught him running his eyes over her na**d body and licking his lips hungrily, which was pretty flattering and hot, but something she needed to really ignore if she expected answers anytime soon.

"Why wouldn't I be in here?" he asked as he washed his body. "You and I have an agreement."

"To save water by sharing showers?" she asked, confused and wondering just how much she'd drank last night.

He chuckled as he stepped forward, giving her no choice but to step backward or have that monster between his legs whack her in the stomach. She turned slightly so he couldn't get a good look at her body as she watched him rinse off.

"You know what agreement," he said, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to her mouth that left her confused and really turned on. It had been five years after all and Trevor was one of the hottest men she'd ever seen. Any woman would be turned on to find herself na**d in a shower with a man she'd never thought would look at her twice never mind look as though he was ready to pounce.

"Please refresh my memory," she said, wondering what kind of agreement would include joint showers and kissing.

Grinning, Trevor leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers, once, twice and once more, making her stand on her tiptoes to follow his mouth as it moved away.

"I meant about the agreement," she said, sounding breathless even to her own ears. Such a simple kiss and she was ready to jump him. Five years was way too long to go without sex.

"Well," he said, dipping his head under the showerhead. "You and I decided that we should have an exclusive mutually beneficial sexual relationship without the relationship."

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she sorted through his words. "Do you mean friends with benefits?"

He sighed heavily. "My definition was better, but yes. You and I agreed to have all the benefits without the relationship."

Zoe opened her mouth to tell him that he must be joking when everything from the night before came crashing into her mind. Every embarrassing moment and word had her inwardly wincing and wishing she could bury herself in a hole.

That is until something else occurred to her.

"Damn it! That bartender played me!" she gasped, remembering that the bartender kept the drinks coming until she forgot to ask for her change. "I must have tipped him close to fifty bucks," she grumbled unhappily. Damn it. That was her spending money for the month.

"That would explain why he loaded the drinks with alcohol," Trevor said, reaching past her to shut the water off, which was probably a good idea since the water had started to cool.

"Fine," she mumbled, feeling like an idiot. She didn't usually part with her money so freely. Thankfully she had plenty of money coming in where fifty dollars shouldn't make that much of a difference, but it did. She had plans for her money and she was doing her damndest to stay on a budget.

"Why do I have a feeling that you're no longer thinking about our little arrangement," Trevor muttered unhappily as he wrapped a towel around his hips.

"Stupid bartender," she mumbled, not even caring that she was pouting.

Trevor chuckled softly as he helped wrap a towel around her. Zoe barely paid attention as she forced her mind past the loss of the fifty dollars onto the rest of the night, trying not to cringe when she remembered the things she'd said to Trevor. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about explaining why she wanted sex or wonder why Trevor would think she'd be open to a purely sexual relationship, because she was.