"Glad I didn't disappoint you, then," Terence said with a smirk. Was she already toeing her shoes off in his apartment? Did the woman think she already owned the place? He pushed sudden feelings of resentment aside, which wasn't too difficult to do considering the way that her eyes continued to rove his body. Tart, indeed.
"Oh," Terence said in near surprise when she followed him back to his bathroom. He knew that she would, women like her were so predictable, but he had a role to play with her. "I thought you might go somewhere else to entertain yourself, Janelle. You shouldn't have to wait on me to provide your entertainment," Terence said slyly. "No, you certainly don't have to wait on me. There are plenty of entertainingg things in this wonderful world that we live in, certainly more entertaining than waiting on me in the shower."
"That's what I meant, unless you believe you could find some sort of amusement in my loo," he added before he turned his back to her, dropped his towel, and stepped quickly back into his shower. Terence couldn't keep the smirk from his face. Now it was her turn.