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even have the strength to fight the fantasy, God help her. She’d been edgy and aroused for the past twenty-four hours, no denying it. So this little moment to let herself fantasize...she just needed it.
    Then she realized exactly whose hands she was picturing.
    Chase’s. Tall and strong behind her, his hands moving over her skin, down lower to the slight dip in her spine, just above the curve of her behind...
    She grabbed hold of the sponge hanging behind her and began to drag it ferociously over her skin, only belatedly realizing that this was probably what he used to wash himself.
    â€œHe uses it to wash his balls,” she said into the space. Hoping that that would disgust her. It really should disgust her.
    It did not disgust her.
    She put the scrubber back, taking a little shower gel and squeezing it into the palm of her hand. Okay, so she would smell like a playboy for a day. It wasn’t the end of the world. She started to rub the slick soap over her flesh, ignoring the images of Chase that were trying to intrude.
    She was being a crazy person. She had showered at friends’ houses before, and never imagined that they were in the shower stall with her.
    But ever since last night in the bar, her equilibrium had been off where Chase was concerned. Her control was being sorely tested. She was decidedly unstoked about it.
    She shut the water off and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack and drying her skin with more ferocity than was strictly necessary. Almost as though she was trying to punish her wicked, wicked skin for imagining what it might be like to be touched by her best friend.
    But that would be crazy.
    Except she felt a little crazy.
    She looked around the room. And realized that her stupid friend, who had not wanted her to touch the nice clothing he had bought her, had left her without anything to wear. She couldn’t put her sweaty, grease-covered clothes back on. That would negate the entire shower.
    She let out an exasperated breath, not entirely certain what she should do.
    â€œChase?” she called.
    She didn’t hear anything.
    â€œChase?” She raised the volume this time.
    Still no answer.
    â€œButthead,” she muttered, walking over to the door and tapping the doorknob, trying to decide what her next move was.
    She was being ridiculous. Just because she was having an increase of weird, borderline sexual thoughts about him, did not mean he was having them about her. She twisted the knob, undoing the lock as she did, and opened the door a crack. “Chase!”
    The door to the bedroom swung open, and Chase walked in, carrying one of those plastic bags fancy dresses were stored in and a pair of shoes.
    â€œI don’t have clothes,” she hissed through the crack in the door.
    â€œSorry,” he said, looking stricken. At least, she thought he looked stricken.
    She opened the door slightly wider, extending her arm outside. “Give them to me.”
    He crossed the room, walking over to the bathroom door. “You’re going to have to open the door wider than that.”
    She already felt exposed. There was nothing between them. Nothing but some air and the towel she was clutching to her naked body. Well, and most of the door. But she still felt exposed.
    Still, he was not going to fit that bag through the crack.
    She opened the door slightly wider, then grabbed hold of the bag in his hand and jerked it back through. “I’ll get the shoes later,” she called through the door.
    She dropped the towel and unzipped the bag, staring at the contents with no small amount of horror. There was...underwear inside of it. Underwear that Chase had purchased for her.
    Which meant he had somehow managed to look at her breasts and evaluate their size. Not to mention her ass. And ass size.
    She grabbed the pair of panties that were attached to a little hanger. Oh, they had no ass. So she supposed the size of hers didn’t matter