She was dripping wet, wearing nothing more than her pants and a bra. He didn’t need to worry about her jumping out to say hello.He waited by the door until she slipped into the bathroom. Once she was tucked out of sight, he opened the door and exchanged a pleasant hello with the hotel employee. As Emma waited, she touched her fingertips to her lips, skimmed the skin at her throat and trailed down lower between her breasts. From day one, Landon had been sending her mixed signals and it seemed as though interruptions like this one always sullied the moment and urged him to rethink his actions. Well, she wasn’t going to let that happen again.Emma quickly unfastened her button and peeled the stretchy skinny-legged pants from her body. Holy crap, a cotton/denim blend was like superglue once it got wet and made contact with skin. After a brief struggle that sent her stumbling more than once, she managed to get her pants off and checked her reflection in the mirror. God, she looked like a drowned rat.From the rack beside the shower, Emma grabbed a towel and dried her hair as best she could.
