Page 20 of Unbound

I mean, this is technically a clean, dirty little secret—proper toy maintenance is important—but still.

Walker stares down at the chaotic collection I scrambled to pack while rushing to escape my hotel room. His blue eyes lock onto one specific item. An item I was really hoping would have found its way under a pile of clothes.

Nope. It’s sitting right there, front and center. Taunting me.

After a few seconds that feel more like hours, Walker suddenly spins away, putting his back to my suitcase and the hot pink vibrator making a poorly timed cameo. He clears his throat. “I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything dangerous in there.”

“Yeah?” I grab the device and cram it into the sleeve of a shirt, wrapping the garment around it. “How’d that work out for you?”

Walker shifts on his feet, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. “I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy.” His chin tucks, head dropping. “I just need to make sure everyone is safe.”

I sigh, the heat in my cheeks lingering as I pick out a pair of leggings and a shirt. Today is already off to an embarrassing start, and it’s only going to go downhill from here, so I might as well be comfortable. “I’m not upset.”

He seems to be stuck to the floor—probably from shock—so I go ahead and start changing. Seeing my tits can’t be any worse than bearing witness to the only sexual partner I’ve had in…

Fuck. A long damn time.

“It’s not a big deal.” I shuck Walker’s sweats and step into the leggings. “Everyone does it.”

Walker makes a weird strangled sound and I watch the tips of his ears turn red.

Is this big hunk of man really that thrown off by a casual conversation about masturbation?

“It’s great at relieving stress.” I peel away the lined flannel Walker gave me on the way over as I see how much of him I can turn red. “And I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.”

I don’t think Walker’s body can get any more tense. He looks like he wants nothing more than to bolt out of the bathroom, but since he has to make sure I don’t build a bomb in here or something, he’s got no choice but to withstand the torture of my presence.

And I can make that presence pretty torturous. Especially since it’s distracting me from what’s coming.

No pun intended.

“You know, a hundred years ago, they used to prescribe orgasms for women who were suffering from hysteria.” I shuck his T-shirt. “Back then, they didn’t call them orgasms though. They called them hysterical paroxysms.” Pulling on a sports bra, I wrestle it down over my tits. “They didn’t even math out what was really happening either. Makes you wonder how many women were living orgasmless lives.”

“Maybe I should just wait outside.” Walker moves insanely fast as he wedges his big body through a gap in the door, squirming through it like a cat before yanking it closed behind him.

I guess he didn’t like my history lesson.

On the plus side, now I can pee without worrying a fart will sneak out.

After quickly doing my business, I wash my hands and face, and dig my brush out from one of the pockets so I can pull my hair up into a messy bun. It was sort of fun to look cute for work at McKinley every day, but damn it feels good to be back in my leggings. Once I’m dressed, with a long sleeved T-shirt layered under the lined flannel Walker gave me earlier—it’s actually really cute, and I think I might steal it—I zip my suitcase, lower the wheels to the floor, and open the door.

To find Walker directly on the other side. I angle a brow at him. “Were you listening to make sure I didn’t do anything scary?”

Walker crosses both arms over his broad chest, expression humorless as he stares down at me. “I was listening to make sure you didn’t try to burn Trevor’s house down too.”

“That’s a little bit of a dramatic recounting of what happened last night.” I push my suitcase against the wall so it won’t be in the way. “I didn’t come close to setting your house on fire.” I tip my head from side to side. “Just your sweatpants.”

Walker’s cool blue gaze drags down my body, like he’s remembering the moment. Is he remembering the accidental arson, or seeing me pantsless? That is the million dollar question.

I’ll probably never know the answer to it. Because there’s definitely no way Walker will be able to make the jump from thinking I’m involved in whatever happened yesterday to returning my infatuation with him.

Especially once he finds out what’s on my computer. Based on how shocked he was by my vibrator, he should probably brace himself. Because I’m guessing the next couple hours are going to be pretty fucking shocking.

Reaching up, I tighten my messy bun, because I might as well get this over with so I can focus on important things. “Where’s my computer bag?”

Walker eyes me for a second longer before letting out a long sigh. “I’m sorry you have to do this.”

I shrug. “I get it.”