““I’m guessing you don’t have to share a bathroom at your house,” I say with the casual tone of someone who isn’t waving her half-naked bottom in the air in front of a hunky, semi-stranger and soon-to-be- boss. I push myself to my feet and edge my way back to the dresser, this time keeping my back to the wall. He snorts a laugh. “No. Nor do I have a back door in my bedroom or a collection of random people walking around my house.””
