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“Too bad you gave your bandana away. Might have helped hide the sex hair.” I run my fingers through the sweaty strands framing her face.

“Or could have helped you tie me up.”

I smirk, running my thumb over her lip before gripping her chin and kissing her again. “I definitely have something to help with that.”

“The ties under your bed?” She grins.

“You’ve been snooping through my room?” For as private of a person as I am, I don’t care at all. This girl could get away with murder when it comes to me at this point. And knowing she’s curious about and interested in being tied up. I’m confident I’ve met my dream girl.

“I prefer to call it research for what I’m getting myself into.”

“Oh, you have no idea, love.”

Chapter thirty

Brooke

Haphazardly throwing our clothes back on, we ride the pulley back to the main floor. I check that the coast is clear before sneaking us into the maid’s private bathroom down the hallway. It’s an open room with two sinks and a long counter, along with one stall. I go to the bathroom, cleaning myself up while Marcus waits patiently.

I unlock my phone, expecting to see missed calls or texts from my mother.

Yup.

There are two missed texts and a little red four over the green phone button.

I check the texts first.

The top one is from my mom: Where did you run off to, Brooke?

The second is from Maci: Hey, call me as soon as you can, please.

Weird. I check the calls. I skip over the one from Emma, noting three missed calls from Maci. My heart thumps in my chest, my breaths getting short. What happened? I fling the stall door open to Marcus leaning against the counter, hands shoved in his pockets. He looks devastatingly handsome with his hair re-tied back, and his casual go-to look with his feet crossed at the ankles.

I don’t have time for ogling.

“What’s wrong?” he immediately asks when he looks up.

“I don’t know. Did Maci call you?” I hit call on her contact name and bring it to my face.

“I don’t have my phone, remember?”

It rings once in my ear.

“Oh yeah.”

“Brooke! There you are.” Maci sounds more relieved than panicked on the other end, and I sigh.

“Yeah, sorry. We were busy. What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Dean is trying to get a hold of Marcus. Is he with you?”

“He’s right here. Hold on.”

I hold my phone out for Marcus. “Dean,” I tell him as he takes it from me.

“Hey, man,” he says into the receiver.

I can’t hear what Dean says on the other end.

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