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She pursed her lips, pissed that I was winning. “Fine, but this isn’t over.”
I heard her stomp out of the bathroom, but then I realized she was probably going through my things. I hurried through the rest of my shower and slung a towel around my waist. Jerking the door open, I caught her just as she was about to open the bag.
I stalked up behind her and snatched it out of her hands. I went to the closet and opened the safe, sticking it inside, then spun the dial. It wouldn’t keep her out indefinitely. This was Rae, after all. But it would slow her down slightly.
She smirked at me as I stood there in only my towel, dripping wet and pissed. “So, whatever you don’t want me to see is in that bag.”
“Or maybe I just don’t want you snooping through my shit.”
Neither of us budged as we faced each other down.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Why the fuck are you here?”
“Tell me what’s in the bag and I’ll tell you.”
I clenched my jaw but didn’t say a word. I had no intention of telling her about the bag. I didn’t really care why she was here. Anyway, it was a terrible bargaining chip, considering what was in the bag.
“I’m taking off my towel.”
“Ooh, I’m really scared,” she said mockingly. “Why did you pick such a small room?”
“I’m the only one here.”
“And me. And?—”
The door opened and Fox walked in, decked out in a tux, followed by FNG. Rolling my eyes, I turned back to her. “Why did you bring them along?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t. They just followed the scent of desperation.”
“I had no idea you needed adventure so badly.”
“I’m already married. You’re the one stalking a woman. You don’t even know her name.”
“It’s Raven.”
“Ah, yes,” she grinned. “But you haven’t called her that once since I’ve been here. You don’t want to call her that.”
“Probably because he needs to know her real name,” Fox interjected.
“Or maybe I just haven’t said her name,” I argued.
Fox shoved past me, his yellow fingers leaving prints on my freshly washed skin. Grimacing, I stripped my towel off and brushed away the yellow dust.
“Whoa, warn a guy,” FNG said from behind me. “I nearly poked an eye out!”
Grabbing my boxers, I pulled them on and began to dress. The rest of them stood around talking as if this were any other job. I was just buttoning my shirt when Fox turned to me.
“Tate, you gotta settle this for me. In a battle, who would win—me or the Hulk?”
I stopped in my tracks and slowly looked up at him. “The Hulk isn’t real.”
“Right, but if he were. Who do you really think would win?”
He waggled his eyebrows, pointing at himself behind their backs.
“Fox.”
