Page 74 of Ready Or Not

Riley chuckles. “You gonna get in with that on?”

“What?” I glance at myself.

“Your clothes, idiot.”

I swallow. “No, I’ll just wait…”

“Absolutely not.” Riley grabs me by my shirt and yanks me toward her, pressing me against her soft breasts. I stiffen, and her voice drops to a demanding one. “Take them off and get in, or I’ll pull you in just like this.”

My whole body trembles. I feel her body all over my arms and chest.

Riley smirks, and she shoves me back. “Strip.”

I do, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Riley steps into the shower, and I try not to look at the way the water cuts down her body, tracing around her curves.

Try and fail.

“Stop lollygagging.”

I jump, stepping into the shower as far away from her as I can get.

“Good girl.” Riley steps back under the spray, letting it wet her whole head. Her lips are slightly parted, and her chin is tilted up to let the water run down her back.

It’s unnecessarily erotic.

I rip my gaze away. What is wrong with me? I’m not gay. Everything that Riley has done to me has been against my will. So I’m not gay.

Right?

“Come here.” Riley grabs my arm and yanks me to her so our faces are practically touching. For one, heart stuttering second, I think she’s going to kiss me. Then she says, “Cameras.”

I blink, the water splashing onto my face and into my eyes.

“Manson set up cameras all through the room.”

I try to pull away from her to look, but she pulls me back to her. “Yes, in here too. But he can’t hear what we’re saying.” She waves at the water.

I blink and look up into her dark eyes. All traces of joking are gone, and her gaze bounces between my eyes. “I’m going to bargain with Manson to get me out of this room. But I need your help.”

She needs my help? I stare at her. Riley’s face is the kind of face I’ve always wanted: sharp features, clear skin, dark lashes, and plump lips.

I realize I’m staring. “Uh, okay?”

Riley’s face softens. “Good. I need you to try and run.”

“What?” I pull back from her.

“It’ll just be a distraction. I need to make a call. It’ll be fast, but I don’t want Manson hearing.”

I stare at Riley. This could get me killed.

It’s like she reads my mind ‘cause she pulls me even closer, so now our bodies are completely touching, and her hot skin is all over mine. “I won’t let him hurt you.” Her gaze darts down to my lips, then back up to my eyes. She licks her lips. “I promise. I just need you to distract him.”

Everything buzzes under my skin, and suddenly, the shower feels like it’s a million degrees. Riley leans, and as our foreheads touch, it feels like a bucket of cold water is dumped all over me. What am I doing? I’m supposed to be spying on this woman. Getting to know her so I can sell her secrets to her boyfriend in exchange for my life. Not ogling her within an inch of her life and thinking about doing anything she wants just because she asked.

I pull back.

“I…uh.” I try to think of a way to back out of this. But there is none. I’m stuck. “Okay,” I breathe out softly.