INT. - KINSEY'S APARTMENT - MORNING
Kinsey paced her bedroom, listening to the sound of water splashing in her shower. She'd meant to offer him the spare room, really. Had no intention of allowing Jordan into her master suite. But, somehow, he'd wandered into her domain with a cheery grin and an immediate need to shower. She'd watched him reach for the hem of the scrub shirt he'd borrowed from Ray, before turning her back and hurrying from the room.
Was it safe to leave him in her space alone? Kinsey couldn't think straight for some reason, her heart pounding, body warm in places she'd forgotten about a long time ago. She'd given up on men and their contrary asshole natures, preferring the electric form of entertainment. Which made her blush all the harder. What if he went through her drawers while he was in there and found her vibrator?