Theodore
“I want to look after you—” My words turn into a strange squeal as he grabs me, throwing me over his shoulders.
He laughs while I protest on his shoulder, and closes his pants on the way to the private elevator.
“Nate! We need to clean up!” I thrash in his hold, but he doesn’t even seem disturbed by it in the slightest because he continues to walk unbothered, pushing the button effortlessly.
“I’ll send someone.”
I know that he is f*****g with me, and I throw my hands in front of my face, letting myself slump over his muscular frame. “This is so embarrassing."
He steps into the elevator, and I can hear his huge, sly grin in his voice when he presses his card to the panel. “Everybody should see how good you feel with me.”
“I can’t believe you,” I groan.
Closing my eye
