“It’s not happening.” Julia tugged his T-shirt further down her thighs. “We’re not—”
“Oh, you don’t have to explain. I know how these thingshappen. I won’t tellanyone.”
Yeah, right. Max could practically see her making a mental list of people to call. He stepped forward. “Henri, are you aware Julia was locked in this room because you requested she stay back without leaving her a set of keys?”
Henrietta flushed. “I needed to pick up my daughter.”
“You should have called a supervisor or at least informed someone Julia was still in the room but you didn’t because Julia isn’t allowed to be in here.”
“I didn’t know that—”
“Of course you did. You chose not to tell anyone because you wanted Julia to finish your job for you. You know you could be fired for that?”
The blood drained from Henrietta’s cheeks. “No.”
“Well, you could, especially since I found a loaded shotgun propped against the gun cage. You mind telling me why you left a semi-automatic weapon lying around?”
“I-I had no idea.”
“That shotgun is the reason we got stuck in here in the first place.”
She hung her head. Max knew he was laying on the “bad cop” a bit thick, but making Henrietta complicit in their imprisonment was the only way she wasn’t going to dig out her phone and tell the whole world he banged a twenty-four-year-old on police property. “Still, I’m sure you never intended for me and Julia to get locked in here?”
“Oh, Max, I’dneverdo that.”
He stepped closer, assuming an expression of stern benevolence. “And you did come and find us so I’m thinking maybe we can just forget about all of this?”
Henrietta raised her head, her gaze lingering unnecessarily on his chest. “That…would be okay with me.”
Julia made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Max ignored it. “Well then, there are no hard feelings.”
Henrietta’s eyes darted to his erection, which in spite of the shock still hadn’t fully deflated. “Yes. No hard feelings.”
There was another almost-snort from Julia. “Okay. Well, now that this has all been settled, maybe we can both get dressed?” she asked.
Henrietta flushed. “Of-of course, I’ll just wait for you here.”
She sat at the small wooden table where he’d been eating Julia not five minutes ago and to judge from the very intrigued look on her face she was well aware of that fact. Max picked up his grimy uniform pants and hunted for his T-shirt before realizing Julia had it. Fuck it, he’d just stay topless. It didn’t seem to be hurting his chances of convincing Henrietta not to grass on them.
He ducked into one of the aisles to change and found Julia struggling into her skinny jeans.
“Oh hey, Magic Mike,” she said with a pointed look at his cock, but Max was immune to her cynicism. He rushed forward and picked her up. “We’re getting out of here. We’re leaving this fucking room.”
He twirled her around, narrowly avoiding the overburdened shelves.
Julia grabbed his ears. “Stop it, I’m getting dizzy.”
Max stood still, his hands clamped under ass. “Did you like my little show, Ms. Bennett?”
“‘There’s no hard feelings?’ Really?”
Max grinned. “Hey, my dick-metaphor saved both our jobs.”
“Your dick-metaphor or your actual dick?”
“Can’t it be both?”
Julia smiled. “I admit I’ve never seen such a flawless dressing-down from a naked cop. It was kind of sexy.”