“I get to pick out things for everyone to do for me!” Ryder saysgleefully. Slapping Jake on the back, he says, “You’re cleaning my bathroom.”
Jake groans. “Come on! The bet was my idea. You should allow me to have an easier task, like bringing your bags to your room on road trips for a month, or answering fan mail for a week.”
Ryder taps his lips, pretending to be deep in thought, but winks at me before answering Jake. “Alright. It’s either cleaning my bathroom or giving me weekly foot massages.”
Jake’s face screws up in a mixture of horror and disgust. “Bathroom is fine. When is the last time it was cleaned? Do you have cleaning products, or should I bring mine?”
Ryder gives him an innocent smile. “There are bathroom cleaners? I guess I didn’t know that, seeing as how I’venevercleaned it.”
“You’ve lived there for longer than I have,” Jake whispers.
Ryder grins wickedly. “I know.”
“Why are you guys so gross? Seriously. Why are boys just disgusting heathens?” I wonder aloud.
“We really are the gifts that keep on giving,” Max murmurs. “If it’s any consolation, I promise I clean our bathroom regularly.”
I can’t help the grin that graces my face as I lean further into him. “Ourbathroom?”
Close to my ear, he whispers, “I moved you in there, didn’t I? And don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to pack your shit up last night. You’re not leaving, Peaches. You’re stuck with me now, dirty bathroom and all.”
I turn in his arms. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good.” Max kisses the tip of my nose before laying his lips on mine. I hear tons of noise as a few more guys on the team join us in the hallway.
“We gotta celebrate!” Jackson Archer shouts.
“Yeah!” I don’t know who said that. I’m too busy staring at Max.
“Not quite yet, guys,” Max says. “We have to go fill out some paperwork at HR. Then we can canoodle all over the place.”
I scrunch up my nose in distaste. “There will be no canoodling while on the job. I don’t canoodle.”
Max rolls his eyes. “Who wants in on a bet on whether or not Layla canoodles with me before the game starts tonight?”
Just about everyone chimes in with a chorus of “yeses” as Max grins down at me. “See? You’re about to lose, Peaches.”
“What if I win?” I taunt. “Can I have foot massages for a month?”
“I was thinking orgasms, but sure. Foot massages are fine,” he says nonchalantly, dropping his arms to walk away from me. I stare, dumbfounded at his back, as he whistles.
“No, wait! I like your idea.”
“Too late.”
“Max!”
“You snooze, you lose. A pity, really. You know I have an excellent tongue.”
Oh, that’s how he’s going to play this? Fine. Game on. “Well, I was going to offer you daily blow jobs if you win, but I guess that’s off the table too.”
Max stops suddenly, whirling around to face me. “What is it being replaced with?”
I smile. “Cleaningourbathroom, of course.”
“Not even the foot massages? Damn, Lay. You’re vicious,” he says, laughing. Max slings an arm over my shoulder as we walk toward the elevator that will take us up to the floor with the management offices. “You know I still plan on getting you off every day, right?”
I sigh blissfully as I burrow into his side, nodding. “It’s because you know all of my good spots.”
