TIMOFEY
I follow Piper outside and pull my shirt over my head with one hand. Ashley whistles as soon as I'm bare-chested. "Is Mr. Boss Man going to join us? Does this place have an HR department? Because this can't possibly be kosher."
It's Piper's turn to stare. Her green eyes are wide as saucers as I shuck off my jeans and undress down to my boxer briefs.
"I make the rules. If I say it's allowed, it's allowed." I hop over the edge and slide beneath the warm, bubbling water.
"What if we don't want you here?" Piper asks.
Ashley taps the surface of the water and splashes Piper. "Of course we want him here. We needed a little sausage in this taco soup."
"Oh my god. Ew, Ash!" Piper wrinkles her nose, but she's fighting back a smile. "You're disgusting."
"Just saying what we're all thinking."
"Literally no one was thinking that." Piper looks over at me like she wants to apologize, but her eyes drop low over my chest before she jerks them away. Her cheeks flush.
