Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
I grabbed the handle and pulled. Nothing.
“Shit.”
I was pretty sure saunas weren’t supposed to lock.
Zoe had transitioned from pissed off to panicked. “We could die in here! How could anyone get accidentally locked in a sauna?”
Suddenly it hit me, and I groaned, backing up until I felt the wood of the bench behind me. I sat down heavily. “We haven’t been accidentally locked in.”
She tried the door one more time, yanking hard enough that her towel shifted dangerously low over her breasts. “I beg to differ.”
“We’re locked in,” I said. “But not accidentally. This was deliberate.”
“What?” She stared at me blankly.
“The twins did this.”
“What?” Her voice went up an octave. “Why would they do that? We have to get out of here.”
“Will you relax? We’re not in danger. We’ve been locked in by our friends, not accidentally.”
“How is that better?” she snapped.
“Well, presumably, they’ll let us out at some point. They’re idiots, not murderers.”
Though she didn’t look resigned to our fate, she sat on the bench opposite me. She crossed one leg over the other, a move that couldn’t help but draw my attention to the way the towel rode even higher on her thighs.
I dragged my gaze away. Barely.
“Why would they do this?” she asked sulkily.
“They must have some kind of warped twin logic behind this.”
“This had to be Kai’s idea.” It didn’t sound like a question.
“Both of them, probably.”
She shook her head. “Landon wouldn’t do this.”
“Maybe not now,” I admitted. “But he and Kai used to always get into trouble.”
She still didn’t look convinced. “How could it even be them? They didn’t know I was coming here.”
“But they knew I was. Landon told me he needed to talk to me privately. That he’d meet me here at this time.” Shit, I should’ve realized how suspicious that sounded. Guys didn’t hang out in saunas. Except maybe European dudes.
“Really?” She frowned. “But he couldn’t have known I was coming.”
“Why did you come?”
“Mrs. Greer asked me to. She’s been sending me to try out various aspects of the hotel, saying I need to learn how things operate.” Zoe’s frown deepened, for once pissed off at someone besides me. “Honestly, I think she just wants to get me out of her hair whenever she can.”
Huh. Old Lady Greer and I finally had something in common. “Did anyone hear her tell you to come?”
“I guess there were some people around, but not Kai or Landon.”
“They could’ve heard it secondhand. They have spies all over. Everybody loves them.”
She gave a delicate, ladylike snort. “Even Mr. Pierce?”
I almost laughed. “Especially Mr. Pierce. I can’t decide if he wants to be Kai or fuck him.”
This time, she did laugh, and the sound did something weird to my chest. “I had the same thought the first day I met him.”
She recrossed her legs, the other one on top now, and the towel slid even higher.
It took heroic effort not to stare at where it barely covered her. Instead, I let my gaze trace down her long, smooth legs. Such small, delicate feet. Her toenails were painted pink.
Shit, she was gorgeous. Why the hell couldn’t her inner beauty match her outer beauty?
“So why’d they do this?” she asked.
My attention snapped back to her face. Unless I was mistaken, her gaze had been aimed rather low, too. Had she been checking me out? I had my legs spread, but I doubted she could see under the towel from her angle.
And I didn’t give a fuck if she could.
I was hot, sweaty, and trapped with one of my least favorite people in the whole resort. I didn’t see how squeezing my legs together and crushing my cock and balls was going to help that situation. “I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t make any sense. Do they want us to kill each other?”
“That’s one possibility.” I shrugged. “Or maybe they want us to hash things out.”
“Hash things out while nearly naked?” She sounded skeptical.
“I can think of a few ways to do that.”
“Not interested,” she said firmly, scowling at me.
“I didn’t say I was interested. I said I could think of a few ways.”
For some reason, she took that as a challenge. “Yeah? So you’re telling me that if I took off my towel right now, you wouldn’t be interested?”
Heat shot through me, but I didn’t let my expression change. “You can try it and find out.”
“You’re such a pig.” She glared at me. “It’s a real shame you’re the last person I’ll ever talk to.”
She was being sarcastic, not serious, but I still detected a note of concern in her voice.
“We’re not going to die in here. It’s not even that hot. This can’t be the highest setting.”
“Yeah?” She was definitely eyeing my towel now. “You hang out in here often?”
I leaned back slightly, making no effort to adjust my position. “Yeah. During my free time, which is something head chefs have plenty of.”