Chapter 37
Showtime Dalton
Clapping my hands together, I walk towards the camera set up in the doorway of my bathroom.
Behind me, the glass door on the shower is fogged up, steam billowing around the room.
A towel is slung low on my hips, giving everyone a view of my upper body, minus my left pec.
I strategically cover that with my arm as I rub my hands together, hiding my tattoo while grinning at the camera.
“Two words: Firefighter Auction.”
The video cuts to me standing sideways, jeans now covering my legs. Again, I cover my new tattoo, looking at the camera in the mirror as I slap a little aftershave on. “Your chance to bid on me and other eligible firefighters.”
With a black t-shirt on in the next frame, I sit on a bench at the end of my bed, ensuring that it’s in frame in the background. My head hangs down to begin with, then slowly rises, mischief in my eyes as I look at the camera.
“Tickets are on sale this Friday at 10:00 AM.”
Leaning against a doorframe in the last frame, I slowly raise my cowboy hat and put it on my head, then hold up a single rose. “I’d love to see you there.”
Then I wink.
Nessies_BookNook:
If I were single…
TheThirstyBookshelf:
I love California this time of year.
Bookish_Insanity_:
My 'zon must be broken 'cause I couldn't find this model
FiretoFire831Station9:
Don't trip again, firefighter Dalton. It might start a fire.