A beat of silence . Then he said , voice rough and far too amused , " You look like a wet duckling in a lace corset ." " BRA . It's a bra ! " He coughed . " Sure . " : " Don't - don't you dare smirk . This isn't funny . I'm dying ," I growled at him . 71 55 vouchers Steven was definitely smirking now . " If dying includes a slow - motion water scene and a sheer shirt , then yes , it's absolutely fatal . " I let out a strangled , mortified squeak and tried to pull the shirt away from my chest - which only made things worse . " STOP LOOKING . " " I'm not blind . Just observant . " " You're disgusting ." " You're wet ," he rolled his eyes . I gasped , scandalized . " That's harassment ! " " That's an observation ." He rolled closer , clearly enjoying this way too much . His eyes were darker now , unreadable . Heated . Following every drip of water sliding down my collarbone . " I'm going to go change now ," I snapped , dignity dragging behind me like a wet towel . " Sure . Take your time ." And as I stomped away , sloshing like a rain boot , I heard him say under his breath- " That faucet deserves a raise . " Steven McLeon , you arrogant , flirty , devil - wheeled disaster . Game , On . ***** ( Steven's POV ) 11:26 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 8 Okay . So let's get this out of the way : : I did not expect that . I mean , I knew Madison was pretty . Annoying . Loud . Short . ( 71 E 55 vouchers But still pretty . The kind of pretty that sneaks up on you in the middle of a fight about gluten . But that ? That was next - level chaos . She stood in the middle of my kitchen - drenched . Glistening . Breathless and flushed with panic . Her oversized white T - shirt , now soaking wet , clung to her like it had a grudge against modesty . And underneath ? Red . Lacy . Bra . A fiery crime against my self - control . And her body ? Damn . Not the usual type I was used to . Not the supermodel string bean " I - only - eat - air - and - celery " kind that I was constantly surrounded by before the accident . No. She had curves . Real . Stunning . Hypnotizing . She looked like ... like spring . Like summer mornings and fresh mangoes and sin . She was soft in all the right places . But carried herself like a storm that refused to apologize . The kind of woman who made you forget what misery felt like . Except she had a mouth . A mouth that could sass God into second - guessing Himself . If only I could duct tape that thing and keep the rest . I sat there , frozen in my chair , pretending I was processing the kitchen flood , but really just processing the way that water was dripping down her neck and soaking the edges of her shorts , and how she kept tugging the from her chest in a panic , only making it so much worse . shirt away She looked like a wet , furious angel . A disaster . A fever dream . A cupcake with a rocket launcher . And my brain ? Useless . Don't go there , Steven . You are not going to mentally undress your physical therapist who is yelling about a faucet while looking like a romcom fantasy . 11:26 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 8 ... Too late . And honestly ? 71 E 55 vouchers That faucet ? Deserves a raise . A standing ovation . Maybe even a promotion . Because now all I could think about was Madison - Soaked . Red lace . Laughing . Blushing . And very , very real . God help me . Because I think I'm in trouble . ***** ( Madison's POV ) I marched - dripped - out of the kitchen and into my room like a dramatic soap opera lead who'd just been caught in a monsoon mid - breakup . Humiliated . Soaked . Slightly aroused . Confused . Violated by plumbing . The water squished in my slippers . My shirt stuck to my skin like it had unionized against me . My bra ? Bold . Loud . Revolutionary . I shut the door behind me and slid down to the floor with a groan . " Why , faucet ? Why betray me like this ? " A soft knock made me shoot up like a startled cat . " Miss Luis ? " came the calm , aristocratic voice of Jeeves , our charming butler who I was convinced once served tea to the Queen ... or possibly assassinated people for MI6 in his youth . " I brought towels and a change of clothes from the emergency wardrobe . " Emergency wardrobe . Of course they had one . This penthouse probably had a backup wardrobe for a surprise space launch . " Thank you , Jeeves ," I squeaked , cracking the door open just enough to grab the items . " Please erase everything from your memory starting ten minutes ago ." " Already done , miss . " I dried off , changed into leggings and a black tee that smelled faintly like lavender wealth , and wrangled my damp hair into a respectable bun . I was warm , clean , clothed again , and still emotionally violated by that faucet and - worse - Steven McLeon's eyes . Because sir ? No one should look at a woman like that after a water explosion . Like I was a snack , a threat , and a Greek myth all at once . I walked back to the kitchen , newly dried and trying to summon what was left of my pride- -and there he was . Mr. Rich Rage himself . 11:26 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 8 71 55 Vouchers Lounging by the counter , drinking coffee like he hadn't just witnessed a spontaneous wet t - shirt disaster in 4K ultra HD . His expression ? Too smug for someone still in sweatpants and a mood . He looked up . " Oh good . You're alive . I almost called emergency services . You know , for plumbing trauma . " I narrowed my eyes . " Don't start . " He grinned . " Relax . I only sent Jeeves because I was worried you'd drown in your own sass . " " Jeeves is the real MVP . " " He's already putting ' faucet incident ' in the staff blooper reel ." I gasped . " There's a reel ? " He shrugged . " You'd be shocked how many people injure themselves on designer appliances ." I muttered , " Your kitchen hates the poor . " Steven sipped his coffee and gave me a once - over . " You look dry now . Shame . I was getting used to the whole ' drenched werewolf duckling ' look ." I froze . " EXCUSE ME ? " " You know . " He smirked . " Fluffy hair , shocked eyes , water everywhere , attitude like you bit someone for looking at you wrong . " " That is so rude . " " Accurate , though ." " You're an actual menace . " " I learned from the best . " I folded my arms . " I was trying to fix your broken faucet , thank you very much . You're welcome , by the way . " He leaned forward a little , tone dropping just enough to tickle my spine . " If that's how you fix things , I'm terrified of what you'll do to my Wi - Fi ." I pointed a spatula at him like a weapon . " One more word , and I'll replace your garlic rice with steamed kale . " His grin widened . " Madison . " " What ? " " Next time you wear red lace under a white shirt , at least charge admission ." I dropped the spatula . OH . MY . GOD . 11:26 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 8 ลด 71 55 vouchers The audacity . The nerve . The smug expression . And yet ... my cheeks were on fire , my heart doing backflips , and deep down ? I was smiling . Stupid faucet . Stupid red lace . Stupid gorgeous man in a chair who looked at me like I was the only chaos he'd ever want in his kitchen . I turned on my heel , face burning , and muttered , " I'm telling your mother . " And from behind me , I heard him say- " She already texted me . She said , ' good taste ." " RUDE . AD