“Who knew you had such a gentle touch,” he whispered.
“Everyone I’ve slept with knows. I’d like to amend my ice cream flavour.”
Scott smiled. “To what?”
“Sex toys, control, and aftercare.”
“You know what…”
“What?”
“I think it’s a flavour I’d like to try.”
Thomas snorted. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
“Why not?”
Thomas didn’t answer, and Scott was too tired to pursue the question.
“I’m still going to get you back for today, though,” Scott murmured.
“I know you will, that’s why…”
“Why what?
“I’m going to end this massage like this…”
Scott turned to look at Thomas, who grinned, before slapping Scott hard on the arse.
“You bastard.”
“Yep.”
His stinging butt cheek gave Scott the motivation to get up off the floor and run at Thomas.
Chapter fifteen
Scottdidn’thavetowait long for his revenge.
Thomas locked himself away in his private room the next day to edit the balloon video, leaving Scott to stew around in the mansion on his own.
He stepped into the kitchen for a snack and saw it.
Alime-greenopportunity.
At first, he’d jumped a foot into the air, then checked to make sure Thomas wasn’t waiting behind him to see his reaction.
It wasn’t every day that you walked into a room and saw an eyeball in a pint glass.
Thomas had complained about his fake eye feeling scratchy that morning. Scott had no sympathy for him, considering he was walking around with a baboon’s arse after popping so many balloons, but there it was, his eye in a pint glass of pink watery liquid.
Scott forgot all about his snack and snatched it out of the water. He glanced around the kitchen, thinking of a place tohide it before deciding that was far too easy. He’d make Thomas search the whole mansion until he begged Scott to reveal its location.
“But where to hide you…”
His gaze fell on the window. It was another beautiful sunny day, and he could see Tim cutting one of the hedges.
Everyone always said Thomas needed to get out of the mansion more.
