Jane Sullivan - Tall, Dark And Texan

Come tomorrow morning, he intended to remedy the situation. The quicker he got her out of here and she became somebody else’s problem, the better he was going to like it.

WENDY WOKE the next morning to sunlight shining brightly through a row of metal casement windows. Rising on one elbow, she looked around, and for a moment she wasn’t sure where she was. Then she glanced down at the huge flannel shirt she wore and it all came back to her.

She slid out from beneath the covers and scurried to where she’d tossed her clothes over the chair last night. They were still cold and damp. Glancing at a clock in the kitchen, she saw it was nearly eleven o’clock. Had she really slept that long?

Then she sensed a much more pressing problem.

She’d once gotten caught in a New York cab in a snarl of traffic for over two and a half hours, but even then she hadn’t had to pee as badly as she did right now. She adjusted the extra-extra-large shirt he’d given her until the neckline rested on her shoulders instead of halfway down her left arm and went in search of a bathroom. A minute later she reached a startling conclusion.

There wasn’t one.

No. That was impossible. She circled the loft a time or two more, and suddenly it dawned on her that the bathroom could be only one place.

Inside his bedroom.

She walked to the door and tentatively pushed it open. Scanning the room, she saw a row of shelves along one wall overflowing with books and magazines. A lone dresser was positioned along another wall, and on top of it sat a portable television. Against the far wall was a bed, where he lay sleeping, stretched out on his stomach with the covers kicked off.

And he was stark naked.

She froze, stunned at the sight. Back away. Leave the room. Pretend you saw nothing.

But she couldn’t. Not when her eyes were glued to the most beautiful male body she’d ever seen, and she’d seen her share. He had a physique as if he’d dropped right down from Mount Olympus, with gorgeous broad shoulders, just enough muscle to be hugely impressive without looking as if he’d popped a case of steroids and an absolutely world-class ass.

She’d known he was big. Rock solid. But she hadn’t known just how flawless a body he had. It was like staring at a national monument or a hundred-story skyscraper or something else so awe inspiring that the only reason she’d pry her eyes away would be to haul out a camera. And stretched out beside him was the feline from hell, his one-eared head resting on the edge of the pillow, sound asleep. It was such a bizarre sight—the massive man and the gargantuan cat sleeping peacefully side by side.

But no matter how stunning the sight, she still had to pee. Badly. On the other side of the room, she saw the door leading to the bathroom. She tiptoed in that direction, but halfway there she heard the rustle of sheets and blankets.

The man had begun to move.

She stopped and flattened herself against the wall. He started to roll over, dislodging the cat. She thought about running from the room, but then he caught sight of her and she knew it was too late. As he turned and sat up on the edge of the bed, for a split second she was sure she was going to get a glimpse of the part of his body that would undoubtedly make the rest of him pale in comparison. But at the last moment he pulled the sheet along with him and rose from the bed, dragging it along as he walked toward her.

“What are you doing in here?”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her speech had deserted her completely. And no wonder. Every drop of her blood had rushed to the most demanding part of her body right now—her eyes. And at the moment they were roving over the exposed parts of his body as if they had a mind of their own, finally landing dead center on the part below his waist that he barely had covered up.

“Hey!” he said. “You want to look someplace else?”

Her gaze shot up to meet his. He spit out a breath of disgust and walked toward the bathroom. “Pervert.”

Her eyebrows flew up. Pervert? He was calling her a pervert?

“Exhibitionist,” she muttered.

He whipped around. “I live here! If you don’t like it, you know where the door is!”

“Actually,” she said, her attention playing over his body again, “I like it just fine.”

She met his eyes again, and she swore that the big bad bounty hunter actually blushed. He turned and stormed toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Wow. Just…wow. She’d never in her life seen a body like that on a man, and the shock of it almost made her forget just how badly she had to pee. Almost.

She waited with extreme impatience and not a little bit of pain, and after a few minutes, she heard a flush. Thank God. It wouldn’t be long now.

Then she heard the shower. No, no, no!

Ten long, agonizing minutes passed as she waited for him to come out, the mountain lion on his bed giving her the evil eye the whole time. Finally the man emerged, a towel wrapped around him this time, and his dark, wet hair slicked back. But instead of moving aside to let her in, he slowly ran both hands up either side of the door frame, blocking the entrance, nonchalantly flexing those awesome biceps and chest muscles.

“Going somewhere?” he asked.

She stared up at him. “Uh…the bathroom?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

She shifted uncomfortably. “Do you think you could let me by?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Like…sometime soon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“When?”

“As soon as you get naked.”

“Get what?”

For the span of several seconds, he just stared at her, a calculating expression on his face. Then she knew.

This was payback.

She rolled her eyes with disgust. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? How was I supposed to know you sleep naked?”

“You came into my room without knocking.”

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I like my privacy.”

“You can’t be serious about this.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

She eyed him carefully. “Truthfully? No. Actually, so far I haven’t found you to be a particularly funny guy.”

He eyed her up and down. “Off with it, sweetheart.”

She huffed with disgust. “I am not taking off my shirt!”

“My shirt.”

“Whatever.”

Still he refused to move. She put her hands on her hips. “Just what do you intend to do? Stand there all day?”

“Nope. Not all day. But I can spare at least a few hours.”

“Oh, just forget it!” she said, glaring at him. “I don’t need your damned bathroom!”

“Suit yourself. But there’s not another one within a mile of here. Not one you’d want to use, anyway.”

“Well, I suppose that’s what bushes are for, aren’t they?”

“Good luck finding one. This isn’t exactly the garden district.”

He had her there. Damn it. How dare he keep her from one of the fundamental necessities of life for such a petty revenge?

Unfortunately, he could be as petty as he wanted to be because it would take a bulldozer to move him away from that door. How was she going to get out of this?

Okay. Maybe it really wasn’t such a big deal. After all, during that cheap vacation in Mexico two years ago, she’d sunbathed topless on the beach. And there was the tiniest little possibility that she might have gotten caught on a Girls Gone Wild video flashing her boobs during a moment of Mardi Gras insanity. If he’d happened along during one of those times, he’d have gotten an eyeful, along with every other man in the vicinity. Was this really any different than that?

But there was a problem. One glance at her nearly nonexistent breasts, and he was going to know he’d gotten the short end of the deal. He’d showed her the body of Adonis, and all she had to offer was Olive Oyl. Still, a man was a man, and there was a strong possibility that getting naked in front of this one would be like dangling raw meat in front of a lion.