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"Interesting choice," Steele murmured, almost under his breath. I frowned a moment before seeing he was talking about my choice of pizza. What had he said to me upstairs? I looked like an all or nothing kind of girl? How right he was.
"Shut up," I grumbled, rubbing my hands over my face and trying to swallow a yawn. "I'm jet-lagged and consumed by rage and resentment. It tends to split one's focus."
“Fuck!” I shouted, clapping my hands over my eyes and smacking myself in the face with my phone. Not before I got a damn good eyeful, though, and ho-oo-ly shit. Wow. If I didn’t hate the guy on principle, I’d be probably offering to— Stop it! Stop sexualizing the enemy!
“Sorry,” I muttered eventually, keeping my hands over my eyes. Not because I respected his privacy—because fuck him—but because I didn’t trust myself not to drool. “I need the gate code.” Kody laughed, and it sounded like he was coming closer. Fuck, I hoped he’d put a towel on or… something. “So you thought you’d bust in here without knocking? Where are your manners, Princess?”
It wasn’t until I stood underneath an admittedly chilly stream of water that I even realized my father's gate code spelled KATE.
If I'd been a bigger person, I'd have taken pity on them and made everyone a flat white. What a shame I was petty as fuck.
“MK: one, shady fucker: nil,” Bree snickered under her breath as we left the cafeteria with our heads held high. “This is going to be so fun.”
I threw my hands up. "Oh, the whole gang is here! Fantastic. I can tell you all to fuck off at the same time. Here it goes. Fuck. Right. Off. You don't own me, so stop playing this bad-boy bully crap. It's a tired, overdone trope."
Steele's eyes flashed with unmistakable desire, and he raised his hand to my face. His thumb swiped over my lower lip, then he placed it in his own mouth, sucking the flavor from it. "I think I found my new favorite drink," he commented in a rough, lust-filled voice. Fuck. Me.
"Note to self: Drunk Madison Kate is less combative than sober Madison Kate."
"I take that statement back," he murmured. "Drunk Madison Kate is six million times more combative. Good to freaking know."
Kody was proving to be a harder target than I'd anticipated. If a very convincingly Photoshopped image of him and Steele spit-roasting Archer wasn't going to push his buttons... maybe I was approaching him the wrong way.
"Girl," she said with a laugh, "the sexual tension between you two just made me wet. Please tell me you're planning on riding him like your personal pony. Soon."
"No bet, bro. We all know Arch is coming home with MK's palm print on him somewhere."
It was a shame they'd tried to screw me so hard a year ago because I might have just found my soulmates.
"I find time loops fascinating," he murmured, confirming my suspicions about the masks being a deliberate nod to a romance novel.
