Hiding Sparrows

24. Pushes your buttons

Ty gave me a smile, and pulled me up. "Come on, then. Let's get you cleaned up."

Holding my hand, he led me out the playroom and down the hall, opening the door to the guest bathroom he'd pointed out earlier. He opened the door and let go of my hand.

"Let me get you a towel."

I watched him walk down the hall, to what I hadn't even realised was a cupboard set into the wall until he pressed on it and it gently opened. He drew out a dark green towel and brought it back to me.

"Here," he said gently.

"I already had a shower tonight," I said dumbly. He smirked, looking me up and down.

"Take another," he said, and pressed the towel into my chest.

My cheeks burned, and I took it and stepped into the bathroom, grabbing the door and gently closing it.

When it was closed, and he was out of sight, I let out a small sigh, turning to take in the bathroom. Just like the rest of his apartment, it was luxuriously understated. Dark grey and white tile, with gold accents.

I leant against the door and took a deep, shaky breath.

God, what the fuck did I just get myself into?

It felt like a dangerous path to be going down. So similar to ones I'd been down before. I mean, I was still in thousands of dollars of debt, with a debt to pay off on two fronts. Jack would be coming back to Sydney within weeks. But yet, here I was fucking the criminal overlord I'd fucked over even harder. Although, Ty at least didn't seem particularly phased by the jewellery anymore.

But oh god, had it felt good...

I'd forgotten what it felt like to give in like that. The moment he took control, my brain switched off. My body filled with endorphins and excitement and fucking lust for days.

I was getting flushed again just thinking about it.

Pushing aside my self doubts, I pushed away from the door and padded across to the shower. Having already been stripped down in the playroom, I just had to dump the towel and clothes in my arms on the bench beside it, before turning on and stepping into the deep shower.

The water seemed to ease the tension I didn't realise I was holding, washing away the stress and overthinking that had crept back into my brain. As the steam seemed to deep into my bones, I could feel the worries drift away.

By the time I stepped out of the shower, thoughts and worries about Jack, about Melbourne, and the debt I owed to the man I'd just fucked, had completely left my mind.

Okay, not completely.

After padding myself down with the fluffy towel he'd given me, I redressed myself in the comfortable clothes I'd been wearing before, and shuffled out to the living room. Ty was in the kitchen, cooking... chicken?

"What are you doing?" I asked, walking over and leaning against the island counter.

"What does it look like I'm doing, little bird?" He replied.

I rolled my eyebrows. "Cooking chicken, obviously, but I'm more just wondering... why? We just had pasta."

"This isn't for tonight," he said. "I'm meal prepping."

Huh?

"Aren't you, like, insanely rich?"

He turned and gave me an odd look. "Pardon?"

My cheeks burned. "I just mean, I expected you to eat out at fancy restaurants all the time. Or at least have a personal chef. Not spend your post-sex cool-down time cooking chicken."