"Do you ever listen?"
I nod. "All the time."
"Then use those skills now. We have..." She glances at her watch and her voice drops. "Less than five hours."
"In this sweat lodge?"
"Yep."
"Fuck." I shake my head in annoyance, then step into the hallway.
"Where are you going?" she frets, close on my heels.
"To find the shower. You can join me," I offer, and swing open the first door.
"Brax, this isn't a game," she warns.
"Yep. I get that. But I need to cool off," I state, and find the bathroom. I open the glass door, turn the knob, and water rushes out. "Thank you, Jesus."
I drop my sweats.
"Really?" she whines.
I turn my head and wiggle my eyebrows. "I'll unzip your dress if you want."
"You're not taking this seriously!"
"Valentina, chill out. I need a quick shower to cool off, then I promise I'll do what you want," I vow, and stick my hand in the water. "Fuck!" I shout, pulling my hand back.
"There's no cold water in the bathroom. Only the kitchen faucet," Valentina says.
I turn the knob, but the steam grows.
"You're only making it hotter," she claims.
"Dammit!" I turn off the water and spin. "This is absurd!"
Her eyes widen. She looks at my cock and swallows hard.
"Don't worry. It gets bigger," I flaunt.
She slowly lifts her gaze to mine.
I grin.
Valentina jabs my chest. "Get your clothes on and stop messing around. I'm not dying or losing my spot at the table due to your stupidity!"
"Seat at the table?" I question.
"Get your clothes on," she repeats, spins, and leaves.
I glance at my wet sweatpants and boxers. There's no way I'm putting those on. I open the linen closet and grab a towel, wrap it around me, and go directly to the kitchen sink.
"I said to put your clothes on," Valentina calls out.
"Not wearing wet pants, sexy Minx." I turn on the water, lean down, and splash cold water on my face.
She snarls, "Can you please take this seriously?"
