“I don’t know. Do you want to risk it?” he asked and pulled his shirt off over his head.
She stared at him. “Why did you do that?”
“Because it’s soaked. I’d rather not have it on when I jump in the car. I’ve got a change of clothes in the back and will put a dry shirt on and sit on a towel.”
“Do you always have a change of clothes in your car?” she asked.
“Yes. I never know when I’m getting called in. It’s not my on call week, but the clothes stay there. I always have scrubs and underwear. I need to shower when I leave the hospital for the day. No reason to put dirty underwear on.”
She started to laugh. “Only you would start talking about dirty underwear.”
“Come on. We’ve all been there. Even if I put my clothes back on from before I changed into my scrubs, if I’ve showered it defeats it to not have clean boxers on.”
“Boxers, huh? You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Doing what?” he asked, grinning. He wanted her to say it.
“Flashing your abs at me and talking about what is on under your shorts.”
“Is it working?”
“I think you know the answer to that too.”
12
Competitive One
Adriana gave up trying to avoid the magnificent chest of Wyatt Fierce in front of her.
It was there and, however it happened, she might as well give in and gaze at it.
“You could take yours off too if you want?” he said to her.
She laughed at him. “Though I’ve got a sports bra on under my shirt, and I wouldn’t be embarrassed to show it, it’s just as wet so...it might be showing more than I’d like.”
She was pretty sure her nipples were pebbling through and though the sports bra was pushing them back, it was slightly painful too, letting her know how aroused she was.
“Well, I’ve got an extra T-shirt in my car along with my scrubs. I’ll give you the T-shirt and put the scrubs on. That way you can have a dry shirt to drive home.”
“Really?” she asked. “That would be nice. I’d appreciate it. My shorts aren’t quite as wet, but the shirt, yeah, it’s like we walked through a car wash.” He laughed, his nice white straight teeth coming through. “So do we make a dash for it since it let up?” she asked. “I’ll race you. I know you were going slow for me, but I can sprint pretty fast and make up for the leg distance.”
“Oh, you’re a competitive one, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I am. What’s the fun with playing if you don’t play to win?”
He held her stare and she realized that he might have read a double meaning in those words and as much as she wanted to take it back there was the devil on her shoulder grinning and slamming the end of the pitchfork down in excitement.
“You’re on,” he said. Before he could say another word she was off the steps and dashing around the puddles. He caught up fast like she’d expected. “Not fair.”
They were both laughing. He’d already had the trunk popped open of his car and they were both kind of bending under it while he pulled out a T-shirt and handed it to her and grabbed the top of his scrubs.
“If we stand here too long we are going to get these dry shirts wet.”
“Yeah. I suppose so. It just cut our day short.” He dropped his head to look at the watch on his wrist. “Not even an hour.”
She was kind of bummed too, but they both resembled homeless people caught out in a storm. There was no way she was going in public anywhere looking like this. She didn’t figure he would want to either.
“There is always tomorrow,” she found herself saying.
“There is,” he said. “I don’t have racquets but could borrow a few if you want to try racquetball?”
“That sounds great. Do you know a place we can pay for the day to do it? I’m not a member anywhere.”
“I’ll text you an address later,” he said, pulling the scrubs top on. “Your turn.”
She laughed at him. What the hell. Her car was parked a few over, she wouldn’t get too wet if she swapped them out.
She put her hands down and tried to pull her shirt over her head, but it was so wet it got caught on her elbows and he had to help. She’d heard the gasp from him but pretended like she hadn’t.
He grabbed the wet shirt out of her hand and she quickly put his T-shirt on. It fell to mid thigh on her and if she wanted to she could take her shorts off in the car and it’d be like wearing a dress. She might even do it since her underwear was dry but her shorts were pretty damp.
Not that she’d tell him that. He was gasping helping her take her shirt off, if he knew her shorts were going to be dropped... yeah no.
She was almost afraid steam was going to rise from her body as it was standing next to him with his shirt off.
Reluctantly, she turned and said, “Text me later.” She felt that was better than just saying bye.
“I will,” he said, shutting the trunk, and she turned and ran to her car, wishing she’d climbed into his instead.
* * *
Wyatt walked through the front door of his condo on the third floor of his building. Talk about a date getting busted.
Guess he should have checked out the weather forecast. Of course if he did then he wouldn’t have been able to help Adriana out of her shirt and he’d take that as a win even if it wasn’t meant in a sexual context.
He was no idiot either. He’d seen the look in her eyes and the intake of her breath when he was helping. Not to
