Page 112 of The Bonus

“It’s not.”

“Yes. It is.”

Oh god…

“Why are you even looking at my private business?” I whisper.

“Because your troublemaking private business is hanging out in my bathroom.”

“I take offense,” I splutter as I feel the situation spiraling out of control. “And for your information, he is not a troublemaker, he’s a problem solver.”

“There are no problems to solve in this house,” she whispers angrily. “Put it away.” She rushes out of the bathroom and I hear her stomp up the hall.

I look down at myself, oil in one hand, tissues in the other, with my hard dick half hanging out of my boxer shorts. I’ve hit the bottom of the barrel.

Fuck.

Morning light shines through the windows and I sit on the edge of the bed fully dressed. I glance at my watch for the tenth time.

6:54 a.m.

What time does everyone get up in this house?

I’m usually up and dressed and on my way to work long before this.

I walk over to the window and open the curtains and look out at the view.

The sun is just rising, and there is a fog hanging over the lake, the sounds of birds chirp in the distance and trees sway in the wind. The view from up here is something else.

It’s beautiful, serene.

Unlike me.

I’ve spent the night horny and wanking, wondering if Dominic will come around and speak to me today before I leave, and then there’s the national disaster of the 2 a.m. bathroom visit… Hell, what a night.

She’s right, my dick is a troublemaker, a huge pain in my ass.

One thing is for certain: I’m still physically attracted to Grace.

Which is an absolute nightmare because I’m marrying someone else in four weeks’ time.

Creak…go the floorboards from up the hall, someone’s awake. I hear the bathroom door, and five minutes later, I hear the toilet flush, and then I hear the stairs go as someone walks down them.

Who was that, was it Grace?

My mind goes back to the horror of being caught with a hard-on and a bottle of oil at 2 a.m.

Ugh, how the hell do I talk myself out of that one?

Pretend it didn’t happen.

I’m going with that.

My door opens slightly and I turn to see two little brown eyes staring at me through the crack.

“Good morning, Lucia.” I tap the bed beside me. “Come in.”

She pushes the door open and smiles up at me. “Good morning.” My heart somersaults in my chest.

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