The water hit me like a punch to the face.
"Holy shit!" I slammed my palm against the marble shower wall, fighting the urge to leap out of the arctic blast. But I forced myself to stay under the freezing spray, letting it shock my system back to reality.
Exactly what I needed after a night of four Valentine sisters taking turns messing with my head. And other parts.
I cranked the cold water higher until my teeth chattered. My body finally got the message—no more thinking about purple eyes and wine-red hair, no matter which sister they belonged to.
"Get it together, Angelo," I muttered, forehead pressed against the tile. "You're here to work. Not to fuck your way through a quadruplet checklist."
The memory of Sabrina's fingers dipping below my waistband flashed through my mind, followed immediately by Vivienne's kisses in the museum bathroom, then Cassidy on my lap in her bedroom, and finally Harlow's sunshine smile as she told Iris I looked "hot" in a suit.
