Shacking Up(75)

         
       
        

A month of banter, of conversations spent half-undressed, or in bed, or in pajamas being flirty makes this one of the most awkward situations ever. Also, my being naked doesn't help.

"I see you washed your face."

"And the rest of me."

His eyes dip down and his tongue peeks out, dragging across his lip. "I see that, too."

I tighten my grip on my towel. My fingers would really like to let it drop to the floor just to see what he'll do.

He takes a step forward and so do I. My entire body hums with energy. Francesca wriggles in his arms and he loses his hold. She hops to the floor and skitters across the room, disappearing into the hall. Bancroft doesn't seem to care as he advances on me. Is he going to kiss me? Is that a good idea? I don't know, and I'm not sure I want it to matter.

He's only a foot away when a crash startles us both. He hesitates and glances over his shoulder. It's a second or two before he decides it doesn't matter. In that time, I allow my towel to loosen, exposing the tops of my breasts. If I drop it another inch, he'll see nipple. Just as he turns back to me there's another louder crash. "Fuck," he mutters. "I'll be right back."

He whirls around, hands balled into fists as he stalks down the hall.

I expel a breath and check the time. Dammit. It's already after two. I actually have to leave for work soon, which leaves me no time to enjoy ogling Bancroft or to hear about his trip.

I close my door and rush to get dressed, throwing on a pair of shorts, a sports bra, and a loose shirt, because they're pretty much the only clean things I have in here.

I hastily pack my work bag so I'm ready to go, luckily having never unpacked it from last night. Then I take a few deep, cleansing breaths. We just have to get past the initial awkwardness of seeing each other again for the first time after a month of daily phone conversations and a lot of sexual innuendo. It'll be fine. I don't have to jump him right away. I probably shouldn't, truth be told. I'm so excited to see him, though. Too excited. I need to calm down.

I open the door and step out into the hall. I can hear him in his bedroom. The one I've been sleeping in for weeks. I check my bag, making sure it's zipped up. I haven't even told Amie the truth about where I'm working. I don't want her to accidentally let it slip to Armstrong. He seems like the gossipy type.

Bancroft is visible through the crack in the door. A laundry basket sits at his feet, his suitcase lies open on the bed. He tosses items from the suitcase into the basket, red boxer briefs among them.

I knock on the door and peek my head around the jamb. "Everything okay?" 

"Yeah, Francesca got up on the counter and knocked a bunch of stuff over, but it's fine. Nothing broken, or anything. Come on in."

Oh God. His voice is so damn sexy. And deep. Like the ocean. Like . . . I don't know what else. But it sounds even better in real life than it does on the phone, and it does things to my body. Good things. Incredible things.

He stops what he's doing when I peek my head inside, his eyes moving over me. He glances at the bag hanging from my shoulder and frowns. "Do you have to go somewhere?"

I drop it on the floor outside his room. "I have work."

That frown deepens. "Oh. I thought you wouldn't have to go until later."

"We have rehearsal this afternoon." I glance around his room, making sure I managed to put away all my things. It looks pretty good.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

I shake my head. "I won't be back until late."

"Oh." He misses the laundry basket with a pair of pants and doesn't bend down to pick them up. "What about tomorrow night?"

"I'm working then, too."

He rubs the back of his neck. "Well, that's no good. When are we going to catch up?"

I'm not sure what we have to catch up on, other than his flight, since we've talked pretty much every day, but I don't mind that he wants to spend time with me. I certainly wouldn't mind spending time with him, naked, in his bed, playing hide and seek with his penis in my vagina. Dammit. I really need to get a handle on where my brain keeps going. It was much easier when he was an ocean away.

"I have Monday and Tuesday night off."

"That's four days from now."

"We can catch up in the morning?"

"I have to be up early."

"Hmm. Well, I'm still living here, so it's not like we'll lack opportunities to see each other, right?" Why is this so awkward? I don't want it to be uncomfortable between us. I can't tell if it's me or him or both of us.

"Right. Yeah. Of course." He nods, but he's chewing his lip, still looking displeased "I guess I'll probably go into the office in a bit, then."