His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 17

"It's almost twelve," he noted. "You wanna get ready for that pool party soon?"

Twelve? I glanced around the room, finding no clock so I couldn't tell the time. "How can you tell?" I asked, mainly out of curiosity.

Vincent's grin got larger, probably because I was having a little conversation with him. He got off the bed and walked over to the window, motioning with his hand for me to follow. I reluctantly obeyed and went over to the window.

"See how the sun's more in the middle of the sky?" he asked, pointing to it.

I looked and had to squint. "Sure."

"That means it's noon. When it's closer to the east, then it's morning, west is evening." He stood back, looking at me with an eager face.

"Cool," I muttered, finding this astronomy lesson rather boring. I walked away from the window and over to the boxes in the corner of the room that contained my clothes. I popped open the first one, finding it full of my underwear and bras. Alpha touched my underwear and bras.

The thought of some grown man touching my intimate items of clothing made me blush. Hopefully Vincent hadn't gone through this box.

"Why don't you just pick out what you wanna wear and we'll put the rest away when we get back?" he offered.

I just nodded.

Vincent smiled and went over to the closet where his dresser was. He pulled out the second drawer, grabbing a pair of black swim trunks and a white wifebeater. Now call me crazy, but I expected him to go change in the bathroom like a normal person. Instead he pulled down his pajama pants and boxers, actually revealing his nude body to me.

I quickly turned around...after taking a quick peep.

Vincent laughed. "Like what you see?" he asked.

"I'm showing that I'm strong, hence I can protect you, therefore keeping threats away. You're just dressing to show off your body!"

"Why don't I just wear a burlap sack then?" I scoffed, turning away from him so that I could look for some less revealing shorts. The only longer ones I could find were black basketball shorts I wore that one time I thought I could play sports.

"Better," Vincent smiled, kissing the top of my head. He turned and left the room, probably to go brush his teeth with the one frickin' toothbrush in the house...disgusting. As soon as he was gone, I stripped out of the clothes I had slept in, and tied on the skimpy bikini that I knew he'd be pissed to see me wear out in public. However, I could care less about what he thinks and wants me to wear. Contrary to popular werewolf belief, he doesn't own me! As soon as my bathing suit was on, I put on a t-shirt and the basketball shorts over it.

Vincent walked back into the bedroom and gave me a nod of approval. "That's my girl," he smiled. He came over to me, grabbing my hand in his giant one, leading me out of the room. He led me to the bathroom, opening up the cabinet beneath the sink and pulled out a small plastic tub with hair care products in it.

He set it on the counter. The tub had hair spray, mousse, and a hair brush in it.

"I, um, didn't know exactly what you wanted to use for your hair. And I know that, for some reason, human females take a lot of time grooming themselves," he said, looking at me with an apprehensive look.