Page 69 of Against The Rules

“Is that right?” he asks slowly, a devilish grin on his soapy face.

I snort. “You wish.”

“I do,” he says, and this time, it’s completely serious.

“Well, sir, I already told you this isn’t that type of service.” I wipe the damp cloth all over his face, until it’s soap free.

He sighs. “Fine.”

I pull out one of the sheet masks from the bag, tearing the corner with my teeth until the damned thing finally opens.

“I don’t think it’s very hygienic of you to do it with your mouth.”

“That seems like the last thing you’d complain about.”

We stare at each other for a minute then burst out laughing. Quick as I can, I toss the mask on his face before his dimples can hypnotize me.

“Oh, that feels good.” A low groan comes out of him, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t send a pleasant shiver down my spine.

“It’s cucumber and aloe based, so it should moisturize even your skin. I’m going to wash my face really fast and then pop one on too.” I take one last look at him, the mask sticking out weirdly where it lies over his beard, and pull out my phone and snap a quick picture before running to the bathroom.

“Hey, if you’re going to take pictures of me in this fragile, vulnerable state, the least you can do is get in them with me.”

I pause while scrubbing my makeup off, which I hadn’t realized looks like it melted off my face completely while I was crying. Not cute.

“You want to take spa selfies?” A note of incredulity creeps into my voice.

“Again, why are you making that sound like a threat?”

I pop my head around the door jamb and stifle a laugh as he comes back into view. He’s propped his feet up on my desk, his head tilted back in my chair.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, I could get into this shit.”

“Good to know, good to know.” A half second later, my towel rehung, I pop open a face mask for myself and smooth it on, then grab the cheap faux-jade face roller and wield it like a weapon as I creep back to my room.

“Hi-YAH!” I scream, and he jolts upright as I land in his lap, already laughing hysterically.

“What the actual—” He has my wrist in a death-grip, his eyes huge as the face mask starts slipping off his forehead. “Is this a normal part of girls’ night?”

“No,” I manage between peals of laughter. “I just wanted to be weird.”

“What is that thing?” He eyes the jade roller with clear trepidation.

“It’ll feel good. You’ll love it. Just go with it.”

“The way you manage to make everything sound like a threat is concerning, Peaches.”

“Just gotta keep you on your toes.”

He winces as I shift in his lap, and the next thing I know, there’s a crash and we’re tangled on the floor.

“The chair broke,” he says. He picks up the arm of it, now completely detached. “This looks pretty serious.”

It makes me laugh even harder. I should be upset my work chair is in pieces around my room, but I hardly use the uncomfortable thing anyway.

“That hurt my ass.” Ty’s laughing too, a booming sound that I can feel in my chest. His facemask gives up completely, plopping onto the ground in an unceremonious puddle of aloe vera and whatever the heck the sheet mask is made of.

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