Page 16 of Hacking His Code

It’s not like you stand a chance with him, anyway,the logical part of my brain says, but the logical side has thus far been unsuccessful in taming the stark-raving mad side of my brain that is oh so curious as to what Hunter is packing under that suit he had on.

I try to redirect my thoughts, but it’s impossible now that images of Hunter have invaded my mind, and I don’t much like the feeling of jealousy stirring inside my gut.

As the girls argue over my wardrobe, I go into self-analysis mode, trying to figure out how to fix whatever Hunter broke.

Everything about the man should repulse me. First, he is a man, which makes him untrustworthy by default. And…he was born into wealth and privilege. Let’s not forget that he hired thugs to kidnap me. Oh, and he’s dangling a carrot just out of my reach—one that I desperately need.

Despite all this, my lady parts have completely forgiven him.

Traitors.

“I’m ordering the formalwear,” Chestnut says.

“Oh, no need,” I say, cringing at the thought of wearing something too nice. “I’m fine in casual clothes.”

Purple snorts. “Silly. This is the Davies family, and they dress to the nines for every occasion. I’m pretty sure Rand Davies dons a three-piece suite just to take a shit.”

“That’s quite a visual…”

“Your boyfriend really didn’t prepare you much, did he?” Neon asks.

Shit-shit-shit! Be cool—casual.

“When we’re together, the last thing I want to talk about is work and family,” I lie.

“With his body, I don’t blame you,” Purple says. “Then throw in the fact that he ejaculates cash, and he’s a real Prince Charming.”

I blink like fifty times, trying to figure out how to respond before finally coming up with, “I had no idea that he had money…but yeah, that body.”

“What sound does he make when he comes?” Neon squeals. “He seems like the silent, stoic type.”

I feel my cheeks flush pink. Even Chestnut looks appalled by her audacity.

“He grunts,” I blurt out, too stupid to keep my mouth shut.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Three sets of eyes blink back at me.

“I mean, like this,” I let out a weird gargling grunt, and when I realize I sound more like a prehistoric dinosaur than a sexy man, I follow up with, “But it’s way sexier and very manly.”

The three of them break out into laughter, and I join in because fuck, it’s as funny as it is stupid.

“You need to get your hormones under control,” Chestnut chastises Neon before turning to me. “Oh, by the way, I’m Joey, and this here is Sam,” she gestures to Neon, “and Vanessa,” she points to Purple. “What’s your name again?”

“Arinessa.” My name leaves my lips as though I were uttering it to a new college friend. One I never really got to have with how complicated my life has been.

Neon smiles. “Let’s head into the washroom so we can get to work.”

I follow the trio into Hunter’s bathroom, which, aside from being immaculate, has a sitting area and a fireplace.

Neon pulls a chair out from the vanity. “Take a seat. I’m going to draw you a bath, and we’re going to get you clean, take care of that unfortunate eyebrow situation you’ve got going on, fix your hair, and make you good as new.”

“Excuse me, but did you just say unfortunate eyebrow situation?”

Neon casts me a firm gaze. “Take a seat.”

Hunter