Page 22 of Wardrobe Malfunction

The look he hits me with slams my lips back shut.

“Alex, I need a doctor,” he says into his phone. “What? No, I just got stabbed in one of my balls with a pin.”

He glares at me again, and I shrink in on myself.

“Yes, I’m being serious. The seamstress in wardrobe. It’s not funny, you prick. Yeah, I’m still in wardrobe. Bring the doctor here. And, Alex, it goes without saying…discreet. Yeah. See you soon.” He hangs up his cell.

He was calling for a doctor, not having me fired. Thank you, God.

“Thank you. I thought you were calling to have me fired.”

Another glare. This one, a narrow-eyed glare. “The day is still young.”

Shit.

I watch as he walks over to a chair. He lets out a pained sound as he sits down.

My natural instinct is to help him, but I know he doesn’t want me anywhere near him, so I stay put.

And then I’m just standing there, like a spare part.

“Do you want me to get you an ice pack while you wait for the doctor?”

“Why? So you can freeze my balls off, seeing as though your first attempt at maiming me didn’t work?”

I bite my tongue.

Asshole. I know I hurt him, but it’s not like I did it on purpose.

“No.” My voice is tight. “To help numb the pain.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, not looking at me.

I head over to the small refrigerator that I spotted earlier, hoping it has a freezer compartment in it. And, thankfully, it does.

I grab a clean dish towel, put some ice inside, and fold it up.

I take it back to Vaughn. He’s quiet, his head tipped back, eyes closed.

“Here,” I say softly.

He opens his eyes, his angry stare back on me.

Ignoring his anger, I hand the ice pack to him.

He rests it over his injured part, a soft moan escaping his lips.

I wonder if that’s what he sounds like when he’s—

Jesus, Charly.

“Better?” I ask, clearing my perverted thoughts away.

“Better would be not being stabbed in the ball sack by some crazy twerking chick who clearly can’t do her job properly.”

“Hey now! It wasn’t entirely my fault. You did jerk your hips forward—”

“Because you groped my cock!”