I quickly ball up the note, and search the shower for some way to dispose of it. You have no idea how tempted I am to shove it in my mouth and eat it. When I glance up at Brett to find him smirking, I know that isn't an option. He read it, and he's read me too. He knows I'm hiding something, so I have no other option than to pull out every woman's secret weapon: boobs. Men get confused so easily when they come face to face with boobs. I can definitely use this to my advantage.
"You okay?" he asks as I stare up into his eyes.
My goal was lust-filled bedroom eyes, but I think it's coming off as bug eyes with a slight twitch.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, dropping Kara's note into the shower, successfully ruining the physical evidence.
"You're acting weird."
"What? No, I'm not," I say, shoving my hands into my hair and pushing my breasts into his face. His eyes automatically move to my chest as I unnecessarily scrub the conditioner into my hair. My boobs are swaying with my motions, and I quickly stretch to my tip toes under the water to make them bounce just a tad too. I'm willing to do anything to keep from having to explain Kara's note. I have nothing to feel guilty about. I didn't kiss and tell. But darn it, she really said too much this time. I'm going to kill her, but first I have to deal with Brett.
After last night he must be partially immune because even watching my boobs bounce, he still asks questions.
"Is Kara a vegetarian or something?" He offers me the out I was mentally searching for.
"Yes!" I jump at his explanation. "She is strictly a vegetarian. Although, I have it on good authority that she doesn't like baby carrots." I start to ramble. The more details I give, the more he will believe me, right? So I begin a five minute soliloquy about all the vegetables Kara likes. By the time I'm finished, the water is beginning to run cold and Brett hasn't moved his eyes from my naked body once.
"So, there you have it, she doesn't eat anything but vegetables, and I give her a report every week about what's in season."
"What's in season this week?" Eek! How did I not anticipate this question?
"Umm..."
"What's wrong, Jess?" He smiles knowingly.
He then reaches down and pops open the button on his jeans, muddling my already frazzled mind even further. As he begins to push his jeans to the floor, I can see a thin trial of hair running down his body. I swallow deeply very aware where this is going.
"Gorgeous, I have no idea what you are trying to hide here, but it's pretty cute listening to you talk about seasonal vegetables while trying to distract me with these beautiful tits." He reaches one hand forward, cupping my entire breast and stepping into the shower. "I know we haven't been together long, but I have a feeling we are going to be together quite a bit from now on, so there is something you need to remember about me. I'm a detective. My job is to figure things out and recognize when someone is lying to me. I'm good at my job because I see the little details others miss. Like just a minute ago when you tossed that note down into the water so I wouldn't read it again." He raises one eye brow at me before continuing. "I'm also not a quitter. I'll search for answers long after everyone else has given up. So it would probably save us both a lot of time if you just come out with it." He rubs his thumb across my nipple.
"However, you are so fucking hot right now, I'm willing to let this slide long enough for us to christen your shower properly. I'll just talk to Kara when she gets home." He leans over, placing a very promising kiss on my shoulder.
I jerk away from him, slipping and sliding in the shower. Thankfully, he grabs my hips keeping me from toppling out onto the bathroom floor.
"You can't ask Kara!" And I'm serious, he can't. She will make it sound way worse than it really is. She would probably even hit on him and stare at his pants while she tells him.
"Then why don't you let me in on your little secret. I probably wouldn't care if you weren't so desperate to hide it from me."
Crap, I'm going to have to do this. I let out a frustrated groan and stare at the ceiling to avoid his eyes, "She wants me to tell her what vegetable your penis most closely resembles." I sigh and wait for his reaction.
Brett has a great sense of humor. I'm sure he'll laugh about this. But I hate being laughed at, even when it's obviously something as silly as this. I feel his hands grip my hips a little tighter. My eyes slide back to his, where I find him standing with a blank look on his face. No humor dancing in his eyes. Nothing.
"Well?" he asks, void of all emotions.
"Well, what?"
"I have no idea how to feel about this until I know what vegetable you picked," he says seriously.