Chapter 31
Thick foam slathered all over his cheeks and neck, Sloan sat on the edge of the bath and waited for Oriana to finish on the phone. They’d gotten back to Max’s place early that morning. He’d just finished his pregame nap and started prepping to head to the forum when Oriana cornered him in the bathroom. Taking out a razor and a can of shaving gel, she’d informed him that he looked like s**t, and, unless the Cobras made the playoffs, he had no reason not to shave.
And then the pushy little sub had ordered him to take a seat. Told him she intended to get rid of the stubble herself. His threats only made her smile in a way that said “You’re going to hurt me? Promise?”
Mason definitely had better ideas for getting her in line than Sloan. Little Oriana enjoyed pain too much for it
