Page 14 of Rayne

"I thought you were going to the toilet."

"I am," he muses. "I'm at the toilet."

I groan, rubbing my temple and putting bubbles on the side of my face. "Just leave me alone."

"But it's so much fun tormenting you," he says warmly. "You're too easy to provoke."

I flip him the bird, closing my eyes as I try to ignore him. Arguing with him is pointless, so I decide to treat him like he doesn't exist.

I can feel his gaze burning into me, but I relax into the hot water.

More footsteps enter the bathroom and I clench my jaw, knowing that Jett is now in our company as well.

"Wow—the water looks great," he says.

I ignore him. They quickly realize I'm not paying them any attention and I wait for them to leave.

When I hear footsteps, I think I'm in the clear—until hands rest on my head.

My eyes shoot open. Hawk is still sitting across from me watching and when I tilt my head back to give Jett a mouthful, he pushes down, sending me under the water.

I barely manage to suck in a breath before I'm submerged, and my body twists and turns on the bottom of the jacuzzi, the soapy suds making it more difficult to fight back against the hand holding me underwater.

Air hits my fingers as I get my hand above water, my fingers in a vise-like grip as I grab Jett's arm and dig my nails in. I squeeze as hard as I can in desperation, hoping for blood.

His fingers thread through my hair and when he bunches it up in his grab, he lifts my head out of the water.

"Ow!" I yelp, scratching his hand as he holds me up by my red hair.

"I like your new tattoos," he says casually, like we're not in a physical battle.

Suddenly, he lets me go, and I sink beneath the water again by my own weight. I quickly shoot back up, water sloshing over the sides and onto the floor.

Jett laughs as I glare at him, so I fling a heap of water at him, drenching his smart casual attire. He glances down at his wet, black button-up shirt and trousers, annoyance on his face.

"Do you have any idea how much this cost?" he growls.

More water lands on him, and Hawk laughs at the exchange.

Jett looks pissed. I half-expect him to sulk off back to the other room, but instead, he quickly unbuttons his shirt. My eyes widen as he flings it through the doorway before removing his pants.

"Don't even think about it," I scold, but he steps into the jacuzzi, using my shoulder as leverage. It takes all my strength not to be pushed under the water again, and by the time I've managed to keep myself afloat, Jett's sitting down.

He groans happily, arms sprayed out along the edges. "Oh, this is nice."

Quickly, I try to reach for a towel, but Hawk gets there first, pulling them out of my reach.

"Towel, now," I grunt at him, using the edge to hide my body.

"But you didn't say please," he teases, waving a towel at me, just out of my reach.

I try to snatch it but he pulls back.

"Please," I mutter sarcastically.

"See, that wasn't so hard. It's okay to beg sometimes," Jett states, watching me with amusement.

"I wasn't begging," I tell him. "I was using the manners I was taught."

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