Snippet from Dexter:
Take Dexter Home today
With nothing left to do, I hold my hands up and hope she’s the forgiving type. “Sorry. I didn’t know it was occupied. And I didn’t see anything,” I lie.
Her eyes widen and I think she’s either about to scream or yell at me, but she does neither. She yanks the towel up higher and hisses. “Get out!”
I try for a smile and back out into my room as she slams the door in my face. I hear the lock twist, and know I have to smooth this over before she tells her sister.
I lean on the door and raise my voice. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?
It was an honest mistake. I didn’t know you were in there.”
I can hear her banging around but she’s not answering me. I wait a few minutes before trying again. “Can we talk about this?”
The door jerks open and I nearly fall in the bathroom. She’s standing, glaring at me, dressed in figure-hugging jeans and a top that does nothing to remove the memory of what’s underneath.
I straighten and extend my hand. “I’m Dexter, you can call me Dex. Could we just forget this happened?”
Her eyes flick to my outstretched hand, and I’m relieved when her fingers reluctantly grip mine. “Scarlett, and fine. I don’t want anyone knowing about this either.”
She shakes but doesn’t release my hand immediately. “I especially don’t want my sister knowing about this. She’ll take it as confirmation.”
Her hand drops to her side, and I cock my head at her. “Confirmation of what?”
She exhales and rubs at her temple like she’s in pain. “It doesn’t matter.”
Her eyes run over my bare chest and she gestures into the bathroom. “Shower’s all yours.”
I’m so relieved she’s not making a big deal out of it, I grin at her and say the first thing that comes to mind. “How about I make things even?”
Her cheeks flush and she looks incredibly flustered. “I thought you didn’t see anything?”
Ah, whoops. “I may have seen a little.”
Her mouth slackens and she swallows and pulls her shoulders back. “Define little.”
I’m dangerously close to making this worse so I step towards the shower and switch it on.
My hands are on my jeans and I’m tugging at them when I answer. “Okay. I saw a lot.”
Her eyes trail over my chest and linger on my groin and her voice comes out throaty as I slowly unzip my jeans. “You aren’t really going to do this are you?”
I shrug. “Fairs fair. I saw yours you can see mine. Tit for tat—”
Her palms slide to her eyes. “I get it, I get it!”
With her fingers still over her face, she turns her back on me and closes the door.
When I hear the lock click, I’m slightly disappointed she didn’t stick around.
I shake it off, tug my jeans over my hips, and try not to think about the incredibly sexy woman who just happens to be one door away from me.