Page 37 of No Escape

“I’ll just wait,” she says, giving a tight smile.

“Fine by me.” I get back to my curl-ups.

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Once I’m done with the curl-ups, I move to the floor and begin to use my resistance bands. While Valor may get the bulk of his exercise in at the actual gym in the common area, I prefer agility exercises and cardio. After all, one of us needs to be able to climb anything and get in and out of tight places. His muscle-bound ass is not scrambling in any security windows, that’s for damn sure.

Saylor lets out something akin to a growl.

Really, it’s more of a puppy chuff, but it’s quite cute, and I smile, shaking my head.

I can find humor in just about anything. It’s a survival mechanism that led to my dark and twisted sense of humor.

The angry woman has finally had enough waiting, and she shoves out of the lounger.

It’s hard to stomp across the floor when she’s only in grippy socks, but she manages to get her point across—she’s not pleased with Valor.

She knocks and plants her hands on her hips as she waits.

I’m a big fan of the way her waist nips in a bit before flaring out to her hips. There’s a certain softness to be found in her form that I find myself intrigued by.

Maybe I’ve just missed women while trapped in hell?

No, there have been other options.

I’ve just not wasted my time because I knew Valor wouldn’t bite.

I nearly chuckle at the unintentional double entendre.

There’s no response from the bathroom.

Saylor plasters her face to the heavy wooden door and tries a new method. “Excuse me, you’ve been in there forever.”

“He won’t be able to hear ya. The water is loud, and the walls are brick. It’s surprisingly well-insulated.” I laugh, shrugging when she glares over her shoulder at me. “If it’s an emergency, just go.”

“There’s no shower curtain!”

“That is still true.”

“I’m in hell,” she whispers, echoing my earlier sentiments.

“Nah, pet. Just the facility, but that means we all have a chance at getting out of here.”

Her shoulders rise and fall, and she reaches for the handle, ripping the door open.

“It’s an emergency.” She rushes inside, pulls her shirt up, joggers down, and drops onto the toilet. “You face the wall, I’ll face the door, and we can pretend this never happened. Oh, God. I forgot to close the door.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Valor growls.

I simply snicker at the wide-eyed omega as her mortified gaze meets mine.

“You don’t have to look, you know.” She jabs a finger at me.

“I’m not the one whoforgotto close the door. Are you sure you didn’t want an audience?”

“Omen,” Valor snaps, and it sounds like a warning.

“I’m exercising,” I call back. “By the time I untangle myself and get there, she’ll already be finished. It’s just pee. Also, I’m not the one who spent the last however many hours blocking access to the only toilet. Now, am I?”

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