Chapter SixDusty awoke at six. She stretched and headed for the bathroom, hoping the hot shower would get her blood moving. She’d tossed all night, waking several times after hot, sexy dreams about Matt Jackson.
Her mouth drew down in an angry pout. Had she been allowed to continue with him, she wouldn’t be waking up frustrated. She yawned before stepping under the warm spray. As she soaped up her body, her mind wandered, wondering what it would feel like if Matt stepped in with her and took over the job of scrubbing her clean. She hummed and closed her eyes, imagining every stroke was from him.
Reluctant to interrupt her fantasy, it was time to shut off the water if she was going to be ready to head to the stadium at seven. Her uniform was a dirty mess, so she donned jeans and a T-shirt
