Page 19 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I know for a fact minotaurs are much more well endowed.

I swallow thickly when the bathroom door opens and he emerges wearing only a pair of sweat pants.

I turn my head away so I don’t give into temptation and stare at his broad chest and huge pecs. God, they’re so huge he practically has cleavage.

OK, definitely staring.

“The bathroom’s all yours.”

With a squeak, I dart inside and shut the door. Then I take the world’s shortest shower, so I’m not tempted to rub my soapy hands over my breasts and belly or down between my thighs where I’m suddenly throbbing.

When I go back into the bedroom, he’s lying on the bed again. “They could at least let us have our phones. This is ridiculous. I don’t see what having or not having our phones has to do with anything.”

I want to tell him we’re supposed to be talking, but I’m tired of making cheerful conversation. I talked the whole way through lunch. I told him all about my mom and my stepfather and confided things to him I’ve only ever told close friends. I don’t know what made me do it. I guess I thought maybe he’d loosen up a bit and be a bit less grumpy.

But he’s hardly said two words that weren’t written on the cards.

He rolls over with a huff and I scurry over to my chair, pulling a thin blanket off the bed to cover myself. My pajama shorts suddenly feel far too short and I spend a few minutes making sure the blanket really does cover all of me.

Ronan says nothing.

Well, if he wants to be quiet, I can be quiet.

I jump when his deep rumbly voice comes from the bed. “Justine?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stop tapping your foot, please. I’m trying to sleep.”

God, is he always this grouchy or does he save it especially for me? I try to keep still and not fidget. Almost impossible whenthis chair is so uncomfortable and I know there’s no way in hell I’ll get much sleep tonight.

Eventually, I realize Ronan’s actually fallen asleep. I shift in the chair, already getting a crick in the neck.

It’s going to be a long night.

I’m finally dozing off when a bellow from the bed makes me sit bolt upright. “What is it?”

Ronan is thrashing around, clutching at the bedding. He lets out another loud groan.

“Mr. Kernos! Ronan, what is it?” Did he eat something bad at dinner?

He lets out a shout and sits up clutching at his chest. His eyes are wide, but he’s not looking at me.

I rush to the bed. “What’s wrong? Should I get someone?”

He doesn’t look at me. He’s staring straight at the opposite wall. “Help!”

“I’m right here. I’ll call a—” Belatedly, I realize we don’t have our phones. But the crew is watching, right?

I don’t know if anyone is watching live. They’re filming, but the show doesn’t go to air for a month. They’re probably recording so they can edit out all the juicy bits later.

I reach out to touch his arm. “Ronan.”

“They’ve called the ambulance, but he’s not going to make it.” He groans again and sinks back down onto the bed. “I’m not going to make it. My heart.”

I frown. “Who called the ambulance? Did the crew come in here? While I was asleep?”

“Crew?” He sounds confused. “What are you talking about? Mom called. Just now. You watched her.”

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