"What the fuck are you doing?" Brack's sharp green eye and blue eye almost popped out of his head.

"Sorry, honey, I didn't want to drip on the floor," I turned to the bathroom where I left my bag. I gave an exaggerated sway to my hips and peeked over my shoulder. Brack Jacobs was an ass man. He didn't so much as glance up as his eyes stayed glued to my butt cheeks. Score fifteen for me for breaking his shades. With one last hip sway, I closed the door behind me.

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