“Shit. Wyatt’s gonna kill me,” I grumbled as I shot out of bed and ran for the bathroom.
“He’s not gonna kill you,” Liam shouted.
Slamming the door shut, I quickly sat down to pee, sniffing myself before deciding I was just going to have to smell like sex the rest of the day. There was no way around it.
The door opened and Liam peeked his head in. “Baby?—”
“Don’t open the door! I’m peeing!”
“Bailey, I saw all of you last night. I had my tongue in places?—”
“Did I tell you to give me a running account of all the things you did to me last night?”
“You’re being weird.”
“I’m being perfectly normal! You do not walk in on someone when they’re peeing!”
I peeked around the wall, narrowing my eyes at him when I spotted him leaning against the wall without a care in the world. With his naked body on full display, I almost forgot about the fact that I had work today.
Almost.
“Can you please leave so I can finish going to the bathroom?”
His blunt nails ran over the scruff on his jaw as he contemplated my request. I rolled my eyes, irritated with the man for taking his sweet time when I was in a rush.
“Now, I don’t know. That sounds like a request that requires some much-needed forethought and attention.”
“What are you talking about?” I screeched. “I’m not asking you to save the world. I’m asking you to leave the bathroom!”
He nodded, grunting in agreement as he slowly slid his hand down his body until he gripped his growing erection, giving it two pumps.
I would be lying if I said I was immune to the action, or that I ignored the way his cock throbbed as he reached the tip. But I didn’thave time for shenanigans this morning. I was going to be late, and then I would get fired.
Especially after yesterday’s fiasco with Wyatt’s brothers.
“It won’t work,” I argued. “I can’t be late.”
“You’re already late.”
Rolling my eyes, I tried to be irritated, but he was standing there in the buff. How the hell was I supposed to be mad when he was looking so sexy, tempting me with all the things I desperately wanted?
“Liam, I’m warning you?—”
But then he sauntered forward, his hand slipping from his cock, leaving it to bob free in front of me. I tried to look away, tried desperately to ignore what the sight of him was doing to my body.
I would not be one of those women so easily tortured by the sight of a good-looking man.
He stood directly in front of me, his cock bobbing in my face as he smirked down at me. “You were saying?”
I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, but that never did happen.
Sometimes I really hated men.
Thirty minutes later, I was rushing around Liam’s house, gathering all my things as I hopped into one boot, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to say to Wyatt.
“Relax. It’ll be fine.”
“It will not be fine,” I hissed. “I hate being late.”
