Wow, he's taking a really long time to answer. I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and prepare to knock again.
The door opens and, I just barely stop myself from rapping my fist on his chest.
His bare chest.
Oh. My. God.
Shirtless Zane is a revelation. He is all smooth honey colored skin and sleek muscles. His shoulders are broad and dense, and his chest and ab muscles are so clearly defined, they could have been carved from granite.
My eyes continue their journey down to his slim waist, and...oh, my. The top button of his jeans is undone.
For some reason, that undone button strikes me as the sexiest thing ever. Pure lust explodes in my body at the sight of it.
So hot!
"Violet."
Zane's raspy voice snaps me out of my sex-crazed coma. He runs a hand through his tousled, seriously cute, just-woke-up hair. "What are you doing here?"
"Um." I clear my throat nervously. "I kind of need a place to stay."
In a rush of words, I explain my situation. He listens silently, his expression neutral, leaning an arm against the door jamb. I am totally distracted by his bulging biceps.
"I promise I'll stay out of your way," I conclude. "You won't even know I'm here.
A slow smile tugs the corners of his mouth upwards. "Somehow I doubt that."
He opens the door wider, and I take that as an invitation to carefully slip past him. Um, yum, he smells like warm sexy male, just out of bed.
I glance around at my new surroundings. It's a little bigger than the old apartment, with a simple floor plan. The rectangle-shaped living room is sparsely decorated, with an L-shaped couch and a recliner angled toward a huge impressive-looking flat screen TV. I note with amusement that the entertainment center holds what appears to be every kind of gaming machine known to man. There's not much else: a glass coffee table in front of the couch, a couple of floor lamps, and a fancy bookcase crammed full of leather bound classics.
The small open kitchen is to the left, and I'm glad to find it neat and clean—no dirty dishes piled in the sink, or empty pizza boxes on the counter.
There's a short hallway directly across from the front door which I assume leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms.
I'm about to go check it out when a tall stunningly beautiful girl suddenly appears from an open room.
My eyes widen in shock and dismay. Ms. Supermodel is wearing an itsy bitsy thong and nothing else.
Without a hint of self consciousness, she sashays up to Zane, tossing back her long glossy hair. "Zane," she says in a husky accented voice. "Come back to bed."
He smiles down at her as she wounds her slender arms around his neck. "Natassia, we have company."
"Natassia" gives me a lazy once-over with dark exotic eyes. "Who is this? She come to party with us?"
What? Ew!
Zane sees my horrified reaction and smirks. "No. This is my step sister. Why don't you get dressed?"
Supermodel pouts prettily. She stretches up to whisper something in his ear, making him chuckle sexily. He puts a hand on her hip and murmurs something back.
What the hell? I'm standing there awkwardly, trying to look everywhere but at them. Why am I the only one embarrassed here? They're the half-naked ones!
Natassia mutters something in another language, then stalks back to the room, hips swaying seductively. Zane's eyes seem glued to her butt.
"I'll be right back," he says to me, then follows her into the room, shutting the door behind him.
I'm rooted to the spot, waiting. Should I leave? They better not be having sex in there.
It feels like hours have passed when they both finally reappear. Natassia, to my relief, has on clothes. She's wearing a thin gray dress, killer black boots, and a smug smile. Zane's thrown on a long-sleeved shirt, left unbuttoned. They both look romantic and sexy, like the cover of a racy spy novel.
As she is leaving, Ms. Supermodel throws a smirking look in my direction. My polite smile slides off my face. She says something to Zane in her language (Russian, maybe?), over her shoulder. He just laughs and shakes his head.
Once she's gone, I turn to him. "What did she say? Was it something about me?"
Zane shuts the door and regards me through half-lidded eyes. "You don't want to know."
I grimace and shift awkwardly. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"I don't have a girlfriend. Got any bags?"
"Um, yes, in the car."
He holds up a hand. "Give me your keys, and I'll get them for you. Make yourself at home in the meantime."
I fumble in my pocket for my keys, and toss it to him. "Thank you."
"No problem. Be right back."
Zane goes out the door, and I immediately start exploring. The kitchen has a sliding glass door that opens right to the pool. Nice.
I head over to the hallway. The first room is small, and contains a queen sized bed, chest of drawers, and a antique looking vanity. The window shows a view of the main house. I smile in relief. This will be perfectly fine for a month. Okay, let's check out the bathroom.