MY ANCHOR

"What do you mean by that?" I asked him straight up. If he thought saying those words and looking at me like that was going to work on me, then he was right....I mean wrong. "Stop looking at me like that."

" Like what?" He feigned innocence. Subtly his gaze dropped to my lips and then to my eyes again.

" Like that." I looked away from him because I knew if I didn't for a second longer, I would end up being one of his many sex partners.

" Look, I don't know what you're talking about right now. So..." He paused to give me a sly smile. " I will go take a shower. As you can see..." Oh, I could see a lot of things. Starting from his chiseled chest to his trousers hanging low on his narrow hip and his taut abdomen that promised great things were below it. "... I'm all sweaty and I need a shower, maybe a bath." He said before taking his clothes from the couch. Without glancing back, he left the kitchen.