Page 29 of Blindside Sinner

I can feel the heat of her gaze on my ass as I walk. No matter what she says, Sloan Reeves likes that I stripped for her. I’ll betmy left nut that she goes and hides in her apartment tonight and uses some of those toys she’s got hidden away.

Thinking about her bedside drawer has me wondering if she realizes what I’ve done yet. She’s going to go nuclear.

I can’t fucking wait.

Since it’s my bedroom, my kingdom, my house, my rules, I leave the bathroom door open, modesty be damned. I step into the shower as the dawn sunlight creeps in through the windows. It’s beautiful, but I’m still annoyed that I’m even awake this early.

Don’t let her know she got to you.Right. I need a new plan.

I reach for my washcloth and meet nothing but air because I forgot that I threw the old one in the laundry. I’m about to get out of the hot water and grab a replacement when I remember that I’m not the only one in my master suite.

And doesn’t this just sound like a perfect task for my little assistant?

“Hey, Sloan,” I yell. “Get me a washcloth!”

There’s no hesitation in her answer. “Get your own!”

“I can’t. They’re in the linen closet and I’m already wet.”

There’s a choked noise and I have to stifle the urge to laugh. “That’s not my problem, Beck.”

“No, but if I slip and fall, it will be. You don’t want me telling Viv that you wouldn’t do absolutely anything that your job required, would you?”

Silence.

“Come on,” I coax. “All you have to do is hand me the washcloth and then you can leave.”

Lies, but I don’t care. She may have started the war today, but I’m damn sure going to win it.

She makes me wait for a minute, but I know the second she huffs that I’ve got her. She stomps into the room like I’ve interrupted her morning, slamming the cabinets as she searches for what I need.

“It’s the shelf by the closet.” Of course I have to give her an eyeful of my entire body to point the right one out. Thank God for glass showers.

Sloan is still mumbling under her breath as she finally snatches a clean white washcloth from the stack. She marches over and thrusts it out toward me, eyes locked on the ceiling. She’s keeping her distance, and I can’t help but wonder…

Is it because she’s worried I’ll break the pact?

Or worried thatshewill?

“Here,” she snaps.

I make a show of pretending to fail to reach it. “You’re going to need to get closer than that.”

Another huff and a smattering of muttered insults. Sloan takes a half a step forward.

I laugh. “Come on. You can’t be that worried about getting your hair wet.”

Sloan’s glare is laser hot, but she still takes a giant step forward.

Just where I want her.

I reach out for the washcloth, swerving at the last second to grab her wrist and yank her—fully dressed—into the shower.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she yelps, trying to rip away.

Nope. Not gonna happen.

“You looked like you need a cooldown.” I smirk, letting my eyes trail down her body. “Still do, actually.”

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