All Riled Up: Trapped! / Riley. Lori Foster

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СКАЧАТЬ slowly, realization dawned on Rosie. “Oh, my God. You don’t remember, do you?”

      An arrested expression crossed his features. His pupils expanded until only a thin ring of light brown remained. His straight, dark brows pulled together. “Just what am I supposed to remember?”

      Indignation reared up, followed by humiliation. “Ethan Winters. You have no idea what happened last night, do you?”

      He blustered with his own dose of exasperation. “I know damn good and well we didn’t have sex.”

      Rosie gasped, not because he was wrong, but because he was so sure that he hadn’t touched her. What was she? Chopped liver? She felt just contrary enough not to reassure him. “Yeah, and how do you know that if you don’t remember?”

      Muscles tensed, Ethan let his smoldering gaze take a leisurely trip over her—but he only got as far as her breasts. “You were wearing a shirt. And panties. When I have sex with a woman—” his gaze rose and locked on hers “—she’s buck naked. Not half-dressed.”

      Rosie dropped back against the wall with a thud. Her heart had started bouncing around with his first hot look, and his words had nearly brought her to her knees. Oh, she could only imagine what Ethan did when he had sex, but she believed him: the woman wouldn’t be wearing clothes.

      She cleared her throat, then had to clear it again when he flattened both hands to the wall on either side of her head. At five-nine she was a tall woman, but Ethan stood six-two and towered over her. He leaned in the smallest bit, probably trying to intimidate her—and doing a good job of it, but not for the reasons that he might assume. She wasn’t afraid of Ethan and she never would be.

      But she was extremely aware of him as a man.

      She stared at his sternum and gave an irrefutable reminder. “You were drunk. You couldn’t have gotten your own clothes off, much less mine.”

      Ethan considered that, then smiled. “True. And being that drunk, I doubt I could have gotten a boner no matter what you did.”

      With another gasp, Rosie shoved him hard—with no visible effect. “I didn’t do anything.”

      “You must have taken off your clothes, because as you just said, I was too damn drunk to accomplish it on my own.”

      Her eyes narrowed. “Not too drunk to flirt with that redhead.”

      He stared past her shoulder. After a second, his eyes lightened and the right side of his mouth kicked up. “Yeah, I remember her now. Where’d she go?”

      Oh, that was one nasty little shot too many. Rosie stomped on his toes. Given that she was as barefoot as he was, it wasn’t an overly painful move. But he did jerk back, giving her a chance to duck under his arm. She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Hard. She took a lot of satisfaction in clicking the lock into place.

      Ethan didn’t beat on the door. He just said, “You have to come out sooner or later.”

      She felt like beating on the door. Or on his head. Instead she took two deep breaths to gather her calm. “My clothes are in your laundry room. Your precious redhead dumped her drink on me, so until you run them through the wash, I can’t wear them again. I’d smell like a lush.”

      Silence stretched until Ethan finally said, “Oh.”

      “Yes, oh.” Inside the bathroom, Rosie stripped off the housecoat and his shirt. “Why don’t you throw them in the washer while I shower?”

      “Sure thing.”

      She could hear him whistling as he walked away, secure in the knowledge that nothing of a sexual nature had occurred between them.

      But he didn’t know that for sure, and no way would she tell him. Let him stew. Let him wonder.

      And maybe, just maybe, he’d think about it enough that he’d start to like the idea.

      Rosie grinned as she stepped into the shower. She had a plan, and oh, boy, it was going to be fun.

      CHAPTER TWO

      SHE WALKED INTO the kitchen with his toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.

      In the process of shaking out a large plastic garbage bag, Ethan froze. Rosie’s hair was still wet, pushed straight back from her forehead and hanging in long twisted ropes down her back. Over his housecoat.

      Which was now the only thing she wore.

      Ethan knew that because she leaned into the laundry room and pitched his shirt onto the pile of dirty clothes, then turned and stuck her folded panties into her purse, which was on the counter. With foamy toothpaste dripping down her chin, she headed back for the bathroom.

      It took Ethan a moment to get his eyelids to work so he could blink. When he did, he couldn’t help but notice that her behind, without benefit of underwear, jiggled just a little more beneath the terry-cloth robe. He jerked around, grumbling and too warm and feeling somewhat hunted. “Damn irritant.” He shoved an old pizza box into the garbage bag.

      Five minutes later Rosie emerged again. She gave him a big toothy smile and said, “I used your toothbrush.”

      “Yeah, I noticed.” He would not keep staring at her.

      “You don’t mind, do you?”

      He started to say, Of course not; after all, they’d been friends a long time, shared drinks, once even an ice-cream cone. He wasn’t worried about her germs.

      But she didn’t give him a chance. “I figured after last night, it wouldn’t be any big deal.”

      Ethan went rigid. “Nothing happened last night.”

      “Did you put my stuff in the wash?” Apparently unconcerned with his emotional turmoil, Rosie pushed in a kitchen chair, closed a cabinet.

      Shaking his head to clear it, Ethan said, “Yeah, they should be ready for the dryer in about ten more minutes.” He continued to stuff empty food containers and soup cans, plastic cups, newspapers and junk mail into the bag. He shouldn’t have felt so awkward with Rosie. He never had before—but then, he’d never slept with her before, either.

      He glared when he realized that she intended to help him clean. Not only that, but she’d accomplished more in two minutes than he had in ten. Women, he decided, just had a knack for being efficient with housework.

      “Leave that stuff. I’ll get it.” He glanced around at the remaining mess and for some stupid reason, felt compelled to explain. “I’ve been on a night shift all week. Had two nasty calls, one right before the banquet. Had to use the Jaws of Life on a guy who got caught in his car. Damn thing was on fire...” At her look of horror, his voice trailed off. He shook his head. “I got behind on stuff, but I planned to clean today anyway, since I have the next four days off.”

      “You’re okay?”

      Damn it, she didn’t have to sound so anxious. She was a friend, not his keeper, not his sibling, not his wife. “I’m fine.”

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