This was definitely a déjà vu Chris didn't want to acknowledge.
He was in the bathroom, again.
Nadia had left two hours ago. Dax was working in the sitting room, entirely unaware that his mere presence was ruining Chris's ability to exist like a functioning human being and that… that did not allow Chris to live peacefully in this palace.
He braced both hands against the marble counter and stared himself down in the mirror.
'C'mon, Malek. Until now you were fine. Pull yourself together. Six days until the gala.'
The pep talk didn't help. Not even a little.
Because his body, traitorous, impatient, and apparently done taking instructions, had decided that now was the perfect time to be aroused. The heat pooled low in his abdomen and a slow, unsettling throb between his thighs made him want to kick something.
He exhaled sharply through his nose.
