Chapter Twenty-six
Mickey turned and looked into Butch’s inquisitive frown. He lifted a hand, plucked up a damp curl and caressed it between thumb and forefinger as if evaluating the fabric of an expensive jacket.
A scream was building inside Mickey’s head and she fought desperately to control her voice. “I j-just stepped out of my shower.”
“Did you now? Sure wish I’d been around for that.”He shot her a hungry smile and dropped the lock of hair to rub the backs of his fingers across the slope of her left breast. “You’ve got a nice set, Mickey. Anyone ever tell yuh? Next time you planning to get wet, you call me, we make an appointment, okay?”
Mickey fought to form the words. “You actually want me to call you the next time I take a shower? So you can come and watch?”
“Not necessarily w
