Since he was so very, very naked last time I saw him, my gaze drifts over his body with more awareness today. He’s dressed in black slacks, a dark burgundy dress shirt, and he has a black jacket on over it. Looking at his hips, I can’t help envisioning the sexy V I saw from the side last night. He looks leaner in clothing. I wouldn’t have guessed he was so muscular beneath all that fabric.
“You gonna tip me when you’re done?” he asks, dropping my now free hand and moving on to the next.
My face heats up with embarrassment, but I play it off. “Hey, if a hot guy is going to tie me to a bed, I should get something out of it.”
A faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he finishes unlocking my cuff. “Maybe if today doesn’t go well, I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he offers.
My eyes widen, but again, I cannot tell whether or not the man is serious or joking. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m all right,” I assure him. “I would like to go home. That’s the extent of my wish list at the moment.”
He watches me rub my wrists for a few seconds, then he leans down and lowers the bar so I can climb off the bed. “If I let you take a shower, are you going to make me regret it?”
“Only if you really like smelly women,” I offer back.
“If it sounds like you’re trying anything stupid, I’ll come in and keep an eye on you.”
“You’ll come in and watch me shower? Boundaries aren?
??t a thing here, huh?” I mutter, sitting up and moving my legs over the side of the bed.
Sin approaches a door along the wall across from me and opens it. “You can grab something out of here to wear.”
I blink, planning to tell him I don’t think he has anything that will fit me, but then I see the door he opened is apparently not his closet, because the first thing I see is a magenta dress. My gaze darts to his face, startled. “I thought you said you lived here alone.”
“I do,” he states.
Pushing off the bed, I accidentally knock my forgotten purse into the floor. I must have slept with it strapped to my shoulder all night. I bend to grab it and straighten, frowning as I approach the closet. Sure enough, the closet is full of women’s clothing.
“I’m so confused.”
He does not explain. “Pick something and come on.”
I frown as I step inside the closet. It’s not a deep walk-in, but there is enough room to step inside. Two bars form an L-shape and they sag from the weight of all the stylish clothing. Why the hell does he have so many items of women’s clothing? I look down and see the floor beneath is lined with shoes and boots. I sink to my knees and pick up the cutest pair of white suede boots I’ve ever seen, running my finger over the soft cuff.
“So pretty.” Looking up at Sin as he watches me, I ask, “What is this? Do you have a girlfriend who keeps all her stuff here?”
“Nope.”
“A sister you’re freakily close to who shares your bedroom when she visits?”
Sin scowls. “No.”
I indicate the glut of fabric hanging off hangers in this closet. “Then what’s with all the pretty things? Are you a cross dresser?”
At that, he rolls his eyes. “Just pick a fucking outfit or I’ll do it for you.”
“Can you ask her where she got these?” I ask, holding up the white boots. “I think I’m in love. I’m going to ask Carly to get me these for my birthday.”
“Just take them. Pick a fucking dress or something, Jesus Christ.”
My eyes widen. “I can wear the boots?”
“You can have the boots. Come on, I don’t have all day.”
I push up off the ground and peruse the rack, looking for something to go with the white boots. Carly is more fashion-forward than I am, but I settle on a black and white striped dress with shoulder cut-outs that should work.
Sin shuts the closet door and walks out ahead of me. Pushing open the bathroom door and gesturing for me to go inside, he tells me curtly, “You’ve got ten minutes. If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’ll be in to check on you.”
Since I’m on a time limit, I make quick work of undressing and jumping in the shower. The little bottles of shampoo and conditioner I picked up at the drug store last night are in here, so he must have brought my bags inside this morning.