puddle, gaping at each other. And he was actually feeling attracted to this strange, wet waitress.
"Holy shit." Nadine's statement finally seemed to break the spell formed between himself and the new waitress.
Sebastian spun around to see both Nadine and Ferdinand peering in the doorway. He stepped out of the fountain of water and swiped a hand through his soaked hair.
"I knew I smelled smoke," Ferdinand said.
"What happened?" Nadine asked.
"I have no idea," Sebastian said, then frowned at Wilhelmina. "What did happen?"
«I…» Wilhelmina stepped out of the spray too. She shivered and then thankfully crossed her arms over her chest, concealing those taut nipples.
Sebastian gritted his teeth. Why was he even thinking about that? His storage room was flooding, for God's sake.
«I…» She shivered again, and her gaze strayed to the puddle spreading slowly toward boxes of expensive bourbon. "I… was sneaking a cigarette, and I guess it accidentally caught the paper in the can on fire."
"You smoke?" Nadine asked.
Wilhelmina shifted, hugging herself tighter. "Um, yeah. Sometimes."
Sebastian frowned at the shivering woman. Something didn't seem right. But then he disregarded the thought. His senses were still on high alert from the visit from the police. Besides, from what he'd seen so far, everything about this woman didn't seem right.
"Ferdinand, there is a water valve for this room in the back corridor near the bathroom. Switch it off," Sebastian said. "It should be labeled."
Ferdinand nodded and disappeared out of the doorway.
"Come on," Sebastian said, holding out his hand to Wilhelmina. "You need to get dried off."
Wilhelmina stared at his hand as if she expected it to leap out and bite her.
"What-what about the rest of the bar?" She nibbled her bottom lip.
Sebastian's gaze dropped to her mouth, watching the action for a moment, noticing how red her lips looked. Red and very soft. Then he frowned, irritated that he found the sight oddly fascinating. "What about it?"
"Aren't the sprinklers going off all over the club?"
"Ah," he said, understanding her concern. "No. Sprinkler systems are designed to only trigger the heads that sense a rise in temperature. The rest of the club is fine."
"Oh," she said, her lips turning down at the corners in an expression that seemed to imply disappointment, but Sebastian couldn't be sure.
Before he could consider it further, the sprinkler stopped, making the room oddly quiet, even with the dance music blaring in the main room.
Sebastian wiggled the fingers of the hand he still held out to her. "Come on. Let's get dried off."
She hesitated, regarding him with wide, wary eyes behind her water-dotted lens. Then she nodded. But she still didn't accept his hand as she fell into step beside him.
God, she was so stupid. Why hadn't she realized that setting off the sprinkler would only trigger the one near the fire? She should have known that!
"Just down here."
Wilhelmina stopped fixating on her own stupidity and turned her attention to the man walking slightly ahead of her. Sebastian's stylish green shirt was now rumpled and wet, clinging to his broad shoulders and muscular back. His pants were equally drenched and outlined the curve of his tight, little… She immediately lifted her gaze from his perfect rear end and instead focused on the soggy, suctioning sound of his expensive shoes as he strode down the hall.
"Here we are," he said, glancing back at her and then gesturing to a large freight elevator. He lifted the metal gate that served as the door and waited for her to step in.
She glanced at the small enclosure, anxiety filling her. "Wh-where are we going?"
"Upstairs to my apartment."
She stepped back. "Why?"
Did he want to get her alone to exact some wicked punishment on her? Her skin tingled at the idea, and she told herself it was fear. Absolutely fear.
But instead of laughing evilly and informing her of his dastardly plans, he smiled in a lopsided way and