Page 135 of Awakened by Sin

“But you’re not super committed to Mr. COO. You haven’t even tried Angel yet, so there’s still hope.”

“There’s no hope.”

“Yes, there is.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Luci.”

“Ah, I like hearing that. My brothers never say that to me, those assholes. Anyway, I’ll check in later. Keep me posted on your shenanigans. I need to live vicariously through you.”

“Sounds good. Bye, chick.”

She took a deep breath and sank chin deep in the warm, scented water that turned her bones to mush and made her skin tingle. Bubble baths were the unspoken cure for many things. Some woman had to make a living off cure-all bubble baths for overworked, overstressed women. She’d have to look into that and buy stock in bath bombs or oils or whatever.

Her phone rang again. She scrunched up her nose and peered at the screen before she reached for it. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby,” Marcus said.

Her toes curled. “I’m taking a bubble bath.”

“Send me a picture.”

“Why don’t you visit and see me in person?”

“I would, but there are some issues in the casino tonight. I’m taking a break.”

“What happened?”

“Someone tried to rob the cage cashier, and now, I’m all tied up in paperwork and cops.”

“Did they get away?”

“No. He was shot in the leg by a guard. He didn’t reach the doors.”

“Nice.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re impressed.”

She held the phone up and made sure to shoo away the bubbles to expose her body as she took a selfie. “Poor baby.”

“What about you? You moved in yet?”

She glanced around the bathroom, which bore no resemblance to what she walked into yesterday. An iron mermaid stood near the tub with seafoam-colored towels draped over one arm. Her assistants organized all her shit across the length of the vanity. Her jewels winked at her and begged to be shown off. Marcus’s meager belongings took up one corner while she dominated.

“You wouldn’t recognize the place,” she said.

“Really?”

She could tell from his voice he didn’t believe her. She took a variety of selfies before she settled on one and sent. “I brought home Honey.”

“Honey? Who the hell is that?”

She blinked. “My new dog. Her name’s Honey.”

“Oh, the pit bull.”

“Who’d you think I was talking about?”

“Knowing you, it could be anyone.”

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