“A what now?” I mutter, my brow raised in confusion.
“Come in, darling,” the woman says, throwing her long pink hair over her shoulder. “I’m fine with sharing as long as you are.”
Sharing …what?
I step inside, and the weight of my own mortification comes down on me so hard it feels as though I’m sinking through the hardwood flooring. Because Apollo Torres is sitting in a deep marble floor-bath, bare-ass naked.
Oh my God.
A ripple of embarrassment overcomes me as he spreads his thick, muscular arms wide on the edge, tattoos shimmering in the light reflecting from the water, and my God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect specimen of a man.
If it wasn’t for the fact that another woman is right across from him.
His penetrating gray eyes bore into mine. “Freckles, what a nice surprise. We were just about to start …”
My eyes widen. “What the f—”
My words are interrupted as the pink-haired woman leads me farther and shuts the door.
She pulls off my bag and throws it aside, then peels off my jacket and places her hands on my shoulders, slipping them underneath my spaghetti bands.
“Apollo!” I scream.
“Game’s over,” he says, and the woman abruptly pauses in trying to undress me.
I swat her hands away.
“Aw …” The girl in the tub rolls her eyes and sighs out loud before she crawls out and grabs a towel. “I was so looking forward to this.”
“Same, girl,” the woman behind me says as she grabs her clothes.
“Sorry, ladies, but the main course has arrived, and I’m not losing this chance to savor my meal.”
Oh my God, the audacity!
The two women dash out of the room and shut the door, giggling on their way out like they enjoyed this little thing they had going on, and I just interrupted.
“Is this normal?” I ask.
A deadly smirk forms on his face. “For me, it is.”
I roll my eyes.
“Come here,” he says.
“You cannot be serious right now,” I say, and I turn around to make a beeline toward the exit.
I’ll come back later when he isn’t naked.
Suddenly, a flat hand lands on the door, right in front of me, blocking my only way out. Apollo’s shadow towers over the wood, water dripping down onto the floor, and I don’t even dare to turn around.
“Don’t leave me just yet, Freckles. You’ve only just arrived.”
“You’re obviously busy,” I say.
“They invited themselves into my room,” he says. “I haven’t touched them if that’s what you want to know.”
Incensed, I turn around with arms folded. Big mistake.
