Page 256 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
"What the hell?" I opened my eyes. My lifeguard was holdingallmy clothes. "Oh my God, give those back!"
"Clint was right, you know."
"About what?"
"You have a great ass."
"Damn it, give me back my clothes, J.J."
"I kind of prefer you without clothes."
"J.J.!"
"I'll give you back your clothes if you put your hands down."
"I'm not doing that."
"But I won the game."
"I don't care if you won,” I said.
"You agreed to play."
"I did play. And I took off everything but my thong, just like I had to. Now give me back my clothes." I kept one arm across my chest and reached toward my clothes.
He took a step back. "I feel like I should be allowed to see."
I laughed, but it wasn’t an “I’m having a great time,” laugh. It was more of a “tortured soul” kind of laugh. "Why?"
He continued to back away from me around the table. "You've seen me topless a bunch of times."
"That's different!" I started to chase him around the table. The victory lap I had pictured in my head was not anything like this humiliating moment.
He stopped when we were back where we started and held up my clothes out of reach. "It's not that different. You're acting like no one has ever seen you naked before."
"I am not. I'm just acting likeyou'venever seen me naked before. Which you haven't."
"Well how many guys have seen you naked?"
"J.J., I'd rather not play 20 questions right now."
"I think it's the perfect time to play 20 questions."
"J.J."
"Mila." He raised his eyebrow at me.
"Oh, come on! How would you feel if I pantsed you right now and sawyoucompletely naked?"
"I'd feel like it would be hard to control myself."
I gulped. I stopped trying to reach for my clothes. Whatever friendship he’d proposed had just been thrown out the window. He couldn’t control himself around me. And I didn’t want him to try. I was just about to tell him to stop trying to control himself when the front door to his apartment creaked.Shit.I quickly kneeled down so that the ping pong table would hide me. He put his hand on the top of my head.
"J.J.!" Someone yelled when they walked in. "Whoa, sorry, man."
"Oh." J.J. cleared his throat. "We're not..."
"Dude, I didn't mean to cock block you."
