Olivia's POV
The words sounded like a time bomb. *Like Olivia.* My hand, which had been on his zipper, suddenly moved of its own will - straight toward his balls.
"What the...!" Maxwell started, his voice a strangled groan as my palm made contact with his heavy balls.
The moment I realized where my hand had landed, pure horror washed over me. *Oh my God. Oh my actual God. I just grabbed Maxwell Wellington's...*
"I'M SO SORRY!" I shrieked, jerking my hand back as if his pants were on fire.
Maxwell's face went through about twenty-six different expressions in the span of two seconds - shock, confusion, pain, and something that might have been... arousal? But I didn't stick around to analyze it further.
I bolted from the bathroom like my life depended on it, which it probably did.
"HOPTON!" Maxwell's voice bellowed behind me, filled with outrage. "GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
