“For fucks sake, get dressed!” I curse at her.
“I like being naked,” she says, grinning. “I like it even more when it enrages others.”
I mean, it’s not that she can’t pull off walking around naked with her perfect breasts that stand out, and a body that could put her on every catwalk on this planet.
I am built differently, muscular, smaller, with broad shoulders. I mean, I am trained, but never would I have the confidence to just walk around naked in front of someone else.
“You’re so uptight,” she says as she removes the egg’s case. “Feel free to look at it. Don’t you dare try to take it; I sold part of my soul for it.”
“What soul?” I ask her as she walks away to the back of the room. There is a door.
A door she leaves open, and I hear the sound of running water trail into my ears.
I take my phone and photograph everything while she is showering.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out when I turn and make my way to the back around a wall, and a massive, hanging, golden orb comes into view.
I shake my head in disbelief. How did she even get it in here? That thing needs a crane!
Wet steps behind me.
I turn?—
And groan.
She still has no clothes on. She stands there, dripping wet, with nothing but her ankle monitor, smirking at me.
She knows exactly what she is doing, and she’s doing it for the sole purpose of annoying me as much as possible.
I stare at the ceiling.
Breathe,I tell myself again.Breathe.
“I thought you said you were hungry,” I say.
“I am very. Stop snooping around.”
“Get dressed,” I tell her, annoyed, “I don’t have time for this shit.”
She only sniggers.
Twenty minutes later, she stands in front of me. Long, soft fabric pants in black, a black blouse that opens just an inch too much, and yet reveals nothing.
She bends down to slip into her high heels, and I realize she’s not even wearing a bra, and her decolletage is perfectly shaped.
I laugh internally in mosquito-stitch breasts. Some women are just blessed.
“Ready?” I ask her when she finally has her shoes on.
“Yep,” she says. “Let’s go, lunch is waiting.”
We walk to a restaurant two blocks away that’s located on Worth Street, just a minute from HQ.
She opens the door to a building with no sign on it.
“Get in,” she says.
“After you,” I say, and she shakes her head as she enters.