Chapter Eleven
“Imagine finding you here.” Looking cross and strangely flustered, Luke stood over Bo’s bed looking down at Alexa. Her blue eyes widened in alarm. She was alone in bed, and understood how the scene would look to the boy.
Before she could respond, she heard Bo enter the room in jeans and boots. He’d just shaved, and was toweling off. “I took you up on your offer and used the slut. Hope you don’t mind.”
Luke turned, surprised to see Bo standing there. “No, no, not at all,” he said easily, although he sounded as if he’d forgotten having previously bestowed to Bo the ‘f*****g’ rights to his slave. He was clearly bothered that she was in his foreman’s bed. “But if you’re finished.”
“She’s all yours. And thanks. Nice stroll down memory lane,” he smirked for Luke’s benefit, pu
