Page 12 of The Billionaires

I poke him in the shoulder.

He turns and removes one earcup. “What?”

I suck in a breath. “You win.”

“I ‘win?’” He gestures at the soon-to-be toilet. “That’s my favorite water bottle, and I do not have a golden shower kink. If anything?—”

“Okay, fine,” I grit out. “I lose. You lose. We both lose. Is that better?”

He shrugs.

“I have rules,” I say.

Those thick eyebrows of his go up.

“First, I need you to turn away. Then crank up your music as loud as it goes.”

His jaw muscle twitches. “You realize that’s exactly what I was doing before you interrupted me?”

I clench and unclench my fists, but he can’t see it thanks to the giant sleeves of his jacket. “I was afraid you’d turn back before I was done.”

He sighs, pointedly turns away, and puts the headphones back on. “There. Tap my shoulder when it’s safe to turn.”

I roll up my/his jacket’s sleeves all the way up to my elbows and make sure the wall he’s facing isn’t reflective.

It isn’t.

I reach into the pocket of my bag and pull out a tiny bottle of hand sanitizer for afterward, being careful not to disturb the cat.

As I drag my feet over to the bottle, I feel like I’m walking the plank.

Is this really about to happen?

If the elevator floor were to collapse or the cables to snap right now, I wouldn’t mind all that much.

I unscrew the bottle’s lid. Thankfully, it’s one of those with a wide mouth, not a sports bottle with a tiny opening.

Seriously, am I doing this?

Seems so.

I turn my back to Lucius, squat, pull down my panties, and position the bottle the best I can.

Wait. When was the last time I ate asparagus?

Nope.

Too late.

The dam breaks, and you could probably power this elevator for a year with the hydroelectric energy produced by the resulting stream.

I will never live this down.

CHAPTER 7

LUCIUS

I wait and wait.

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