Free Broken: Round One (Broken #1) by Skyla Madi Page B

something.
    “This is the wash area.”
    I grip his arm and squeeze. “Wait. A wash area? There’s a wash area?”
    I watch people brush their teeth and rinse out clothes. All this time? All this time there has been a wash area and he never told me?
    Jai nods and I glare up at him.
    “I found it last night.”
    That explains why he felt so nice to touch and his breath smelled of mint. Fresh, delightful mint. “And you didn’t tell me?”
    He smirks. “I was distracted by other things.”
    I look away from him as his eyes search my face for a reaction. I thought it’d be easy to address last night with him and play it off as nothing, but the thought alone is enough to make my blood simmer deliciously. God. Why does he have to have such a nice face? Boys are much easier to talk to when you don’t want to lick them from head to … well, head. I like those boys. They make me feel normal, not tingly.
    “Now you know it’s here, let’s go to the bar and get a drink. You can wash later.”
    I shake my head. Screw washing later. I need to be clean now. I need it more than I need air, more than I need anything. A gross grease covers the surface of my skin, my hair is oily and I’ve worn the same panties two, or is it three, days in a row. I will kill anyone who gets in my way.
    “Where’s the bar?” I ask, deciding to skip pointing out the unrealistic notion of there being a bar down here.
    He outstretches his arm, the ropes of muscle lengthening with it, at the tunnel directly in front of us. Out of all the nooks and crannies Jai chose, he had to choose the one down the end with the toilet. Just my luck. I’d be much happier down here.
    “You go, I’ll meet you there.”
    He gives me a once-over before he exhales. He knows it’s a lost cause, so he leaves. When he’s gone, excitement bubbles inside me like nothing else. I’m smiling widely, stupidly, as I inch towards the falling water. I pause a few feet out from a woman washing her long, auburn hair. At her feet sit all of her products, from body wash to shampoo, and it smells divine.
    Her body is in perfect shape. When I say perfect, I’m talking slim hips, flat stomach, big natural boobs and long legs. Yeah, there’s no way I’m getting naked in front of her.
    I slip my hands under the water and let the warm liquid run over the skin on my hands. It feels … indescribable. I close my eyes and let a lazy smile curve my lips only to open them again a second later when the woman next to me toys with a loud plastic. I try not to stare as she bends over to free a baby wipe from its packet, but I fail. To my surprise, when she straightens her posture, she extends the clean wipe to me.
    “Forget your stuff, did you?” She assumes in a thick, Russian accent.
    I start to shake my head and explain my situation, but then I change my mind. “Yes, wow, thank you.”
    The woman beams at me, and sadly, her smile doesn’t match the rest of her physique. Missing teeth isn’t a feature I was expecting on someone so perfect in every other way. I run the cloth under the water, then press it to my face. I hold it there, allowing my pores to soak up as much moisture as they can before I scrub them clean.
    “You’re not getting undressed?” she asks, lathering her chest with soap.
    “No. Not in front of all these people.” I glance around.
    Men and women line the walls, watching and enjoying the crowd of naked people. The last thing I want is attention of the wrong kind. I want to avoid another situation like the one I just had with Spiderface.
    “Your man doesn’t stay to protect you? If he stayed you could get naked.”
    My man? Oh, she means Jai. I snort. “No. He’s waiting at the bar.”
    The woman points across the room to a tall, broad-shouldered bald man. “You see him? He is my guy.”
    Her guy watches her, his stare not once leaving her body. I don’t blame him. I find it hard to keep my eyes away too. She’s flawless. I run the wipe down the back of