I really wanted to believe that maybe it was a good thing. A good omen. Some kind of superstitious luck.
Maybe when he eventually found out about Madison and me he would be happy.
Or maybe he’d rip my jaw off and shove it up my ass.
Remi walked from the showers.
He had on jeans with a towel thrown over his shoulder.
I looked up at him and nodded.
He grabbed a chair and put it right next to me.
He plopped down.
“Remi,” I said.
“So, I have a question,” he said in his deep voice.
“What’s that?”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me either.”
“About what?”
Remi looked around and made sure it was just me and him alone.
Then he asked me something.
“How long have you have been fucking the new boss’s daughter?”