Chase pulled the shirt over her head, dropping it with a splat onto the wood floor. She knew what she was doing. She liked the feeling teasing Zeke gave her. Which was probably wrong, but maybe a girl had to have that sometimes. She unbuttoned the cutoff jeans and wriggled them down her hips. Beneath, she wore a pink thong that matched her lacy bra. She wrung out her ponytail, turned away from him, and then started to unhook her bra.

“Chase.” Zeke’s voice sounded strangled. “I should go outside.”

She turned her head, peeking over her shoulder at him as she unhooked the front clasp and let the straps fall down her shoulder. “Do you really want to?”

Zeke blinked and shook his head.

“Okay, then. Can you dig that sports bra from my bag?” Chase wasn’t super modest. She’d acted and modeled enough to learn that her body was just a body. But she also knew what her body could do to a man. She loved doing exactly that to Zeke. She let the bra fall to the floor and cupped her hands over her breasts. “Zeke?”

“What?”

“The sports bra. Oh, and grab the undies, too. I can’t walk around with those wet.” She gave him her Lolita smile.

Zeke managed to paw through her bag and find the flimsy scrap of lacy Lycra and her lavender sports bra. He held them out to her, his eyes finally rising to her face. She smiled. “You are good at helping a girl get dressed.”

She took the sports bra, allowing him just a peek before turning back around and wriggling quite ungracefully into it. The soft warmth against her chilled flesh paired with the sexual tension in the small space made her happy. Then she hooked her thumbs in her thong and tugged it down her legs, stepping out, smiling when she heard Zeke’s soft gasp. She may have taken sliding the dry panties into place a bit slower than she needed, but she figured Zeke appreciated the show.

Outside the dressing tent/holding area, she heard a splash and applause.

“The Hammer just went down,” she said with a grin, turning around and taking the bag from Zeke, who seemed to care less about making money for charity and more about the impromptu peep show she’d just given him. His eyes were no longer on her face, and his breath had hitched up a few notches.

She pulled out a T-shirt that she tugged on quickly, slid into some leggings, and covered them both with a large hoodie that fell to midthigh. The peep show had been fun, but she was still very cold. The warm clothing felt like heaven. As soon as she tugged on her UGGs, Zeke swept her up against him and buried his face in her neck.

“What?” she said with a laugh.