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“Very well.” She smiles.

A coy smile.

What are you up to, Payton?

“Speak,” she prods when the silence lingers for too long.

And with that, she drops the towel.

Fuck.

Yep. There she is. Standing in front of me . . . naked.

If that’s not bad enough, little droplets of water hug her body.

Lucky bastards.

I allow myself a minute to appreciate the sight.

Might as well enjoy this moment.

I allow my eyes to rake boldly over her body. My gaze drops down from her eyes to her collar, across her breasts, down her navel until I’m almost . . .

“Yes?” Her voice cuts in through my perusal. “What are those rules, Mr. Aldridge?” she asks, her voice low and seductive. This little shit is purposely trying to get a rise out of me.

If she’s not careful, she won’t like the type of rise she’ll get.

I shake my head and realize I have been standing here for lord knows how many seconds, just staring at her.

Well played, princess.

I cough and right myself. Shifting my weight.

“You’ll need extra money for necessities. Since you’ll be staying here, you will need to take a train or a cab.”

“I’m not getting my car back?”

“Negatory.”

“What the hell?” Her hands flail in the air, making her tits bounce.

Dammit. Now I’m gawking at her again.

“I need my car, psycho,” she follows up.

Looking back up at her face, I watch for a minute before I speak. “Maybe we can negotiate that if I decide you exhibit good behavior.”

“Good behavior? I’m not a prisoner, Trent. I haven’t committed any crimes, other than breathing, which you cannot seem to stand for some reason.”

I’m a sick bastard because my dick hardens at the way she spits out my name with so much venom. It throbs against my pants. If she looks down, she’ll see it.

Thankfully, she doesn’t.

“Potato, potahto. You say prisoner; I say maid.” A grin slices across my face. “Which brings me back to what I was saying. Money. You will help clean—”

“You want me to be your maid?”

“Why not? The more, the merrier.”

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