But before I could take any pictures, I heard the voices of two other cleaners getting closer.
Dammit.
I ducked back into the hall, and quickly disappeared into the next guest room. I got to work dusting, then cleaned the bathroom until it sparkled.
When I moved back into the hall, I saw another cleaner mopping the marble tile floors, and frustration hit me like a fist.
Shit. I still couldn’t get back into the office. I wrestled with my frustration. Okay, I’d have to clean the master, and then try again after.
I opened the double doors at the end of the hall.
Oh, wow.
The room was long, and one side was all windows. The gorgeous bed had a blue-gray cover on it. A vase of cream flowers with a beautiful scent sat on the bedside table, and the carpet was plush underfoot. A chaise lounge near the windows urged someone to sit and read a book, if you could tear your gaze off the view.
I took a second to dream. The vacuum cleaner was just outside in the hall, droning on. There was an expensive-looking suit draped over a chair.
I walked into the bathroom.
Double wow.
The big, free-standing tub was set against the windows. Oh, yeah, people totally needed a view of Central Park while they soaked in the tub.
Hmm, the shower stall was still damp. I stepped closer, and then caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye. I spun.
Just as a billionaire strode out of the adjoining doorway.
A damp, very naked billionaire.
My brain short-circuited.
My cloth and bottle dropped out of my nerveless fingers and hit the marble tiles.
Zane Roth’s head snapped up. Beautiful, hazel eyes met mine.
I took a step back…and slipped in a puddle of water. With a cry, my feet flew out from under me, and I was falling.
Roth lunged toward me, trying to grab me. My butt hit the tiles, and I looked up and found myself eye level with a long, beautiful, uncut cock.
Oh. God.
I scrambled back, heat in my cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
His voice was deep and masculine, and left goose bumps over my skin.
“I’m sorry. So sorry.” I knew I should look away or cover my eyes, but my body wouldn’t obey. Nope, my brain had gone on strike.
He had a sculpted chest, bronze skin, and abs. So many abs. Strong, toned legs, and had I mentioned the perfect cock? His scent hit me—freshly showered male, and something that made me think of the sea.
“I’m fine. You’re fine. Very fine.” Shit. Pull it together, Monroe. I scrambled to my feet. “You weren’t supposed to be home.” Because I needed to scope out your home office so I could steal from you.
He reached out and grabbed a towel off the rail and wrapped it around his hips. A faint smile danced around his mouth. His dark hair was damp, and I saw a bead of water roll down his pec, then lower—
“You sure you’re okay?”
I blinked. “Yes. Sorry. I’m super sorry.” I lifted my hand. “I’m here to…clean.”
His lips twitched. “The uniform gave it away.”
“Right.” I sidled sideways. “I should…” Work, brain. “Go, and clean.”
He bent down and grabbed the spray bottle and cloth. He handed them out to me. “I’m sorry I startled you.”
“Right. Sure. Sorry for…seeing you naked.” Crap, stop talking, Monroe.
The corner of Roth’s eyes crinkled.
I took my things, and our fingers brushed. I felt a zap, like static electricity, and jerked.
My foot hit another patch of water and I slipped again.
Gasping, I reached out. My hand closed on Zane Roth’s towel and my momentum yanked it off him. He stumbled.
I hit the tiles flat on my back…and a second later, a naked Zane Roth fell on top of me.
Shower-interrupting Minx
Zane
Shit. Naked and damp, Zane pressed his hands to the tiles. The sleek female body beneath him squirmed.
For the first time in a long time, a woman wasn’t trying to get closer to him, she was trying to get away.
The woman pressed her hands to his shoulders, then jerked her hands away like he’d burned her.
“Hang on,” he growled.
“God.” She turned her head to the side.
Her cheeks were pink, and she had ridiculously long lashes. Her brows and lashes were very black despite her golden-brown hair.
He pushed up and his foot slipped.
Fuck. He landed on her again, a set of small, firm breasts pressed against his bare chest. She grunted, and his cock pressed right between her legs.
“Get off,” she said.
“I’m trying.”
“What did you do to get all this water on the floor?” she snapped.
“I forgot my towel. Hence why you caught me naked.”
“I didn’t know you were here!”
“Really?”
Her head whipped around and eyes the color of thunderclouds met his. Their faces were only an inch apart.
Fuck, she had gorgeous gray eyes.
Her eyebrows rose. “You think I came in here, and slipped down, all so I could rub up against you?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time a woman’s tried something like that.”
“Oh, well, boo-hoo, it must be tough being a gazillionaire with women throwing themselves at you all day long.”
“It has its pros and cons.”
“Off,” she bit out through clenched teeth.
Zane carefully rose. The woman leaped up and nearly slipped again.
He grabbed her arm, and she pressed her hand over her eyes.
“Can you cover up, please?” She waved a hand at him.
He snatched up his lost towel and wrapped it around his hips. “That’s not what women usually say to me.”
Her hand dropped. “God, are you arrogant or what?”
She had a low, sexy voice.
“I’m just stating a fact. I’m decent by the way.”
Her gaze dropped to his chest, then danced away. “You shouldn’t walk around stark naked.”
He raised a brow. The pretty blush on her cheeks was attractive, although her hair didn’t suit her. “I shouldn’t be naked in my own bathroom?”
The woman made a sound. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”
“You didn’t hear the shower?”
“The vacuum was going.”
“Well, I didn’t expect to be attacked.”
She glared at him. “I did not attack you.”
“You dragged me to the floor, tore my towel off—”
She made an angry sound, and he wondered why he was having such a good time teasing her.
“Why, you—”
There was a squawk from the doorway. Maria, the cleaning supervisor, rushed in.
“Mr. Roth, I am so sorry.” The woman grabbed his intruder’s shoulder and dragged her out of the bathroom.
“Hey!” his attacker cried.
“Quiet. Out. Out now!”
His accidental attacker shot him a venomous look, then poked her tongue out.
Maria yanked her out of view.
Zane had the strangest reaction. He got hard.
Yep, his little shower-interrupting minx was the most fun he’d had in ages.
He stepped into his walk-in closet, and pulled on jeans and a dark-blue Henley. He hurried out to see Maria ushering her team of cleaners into the elevator.