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I couldn’t stay in Merthyr Tydfil another hour let alone another day—not now. Not now I knew what Jed had done and the future he’d been planning for the people I’d come to care about over the last three years.
I gazed out the train window at the Welsh countryside. My eyes were so blurred by exhaustion, it was like watching a dream—thick green flashes interspersed with craggy gray rock and topped with the azure blue of a crisp morning sky. Last night had been a disaster of the highest order. Climbing into bed with my boss was the first major mistake, but looking through his personal PC files was my second, more shocking dabble with doom. But at least I’d saved the others if not myself.
I pressed my hands over gritty eyes and listened to the rhythmic click, clack, click, clack of the train’s wheels. It was comforting, the solid sound of metal on metal. Each vibration rattling through my body increased the miles between me and Jed and lengthened my distance from his fury.
How could I have fallen for his slick good looks and snakish charm? He was the boss of the small empire known as Boverton Financial Advisors—but now I knew Jed hadn’t wanted to advise anyone except himself. How could I have not seen through his superficial exterior? I’d always prided myself in my good judge of character but somehow he’d persuaded me out to dinner despite a little voice on my shoulder advising me against it.
He’d taken me to Cardamom, the poshest, most expensive Indian restaurant for miles around. He’d wined and dined me, flattered and complimented me. Presented me with a single red rose and toasted his delight at being in my company. His black eyes had sparkled seductively over the candlelit table and eventually the cautious little voice on my shoulder ran as dry as our second bottle of wine. When, at the end of the evening, he wrapped me in strong arms and whispered how he’d die without me, how he’d loved me from afar all these years and I was his perfect woman, I succumbed to the moment. I’d been alone since Geraint had left and that was so long ago I’d forgotten what it was like to have a special person in my life. It was time to fill in the blanks and for a moment, a crazy, crazy second, I thought maybe Jed had the potential to fill the void in my bed and give me the companionship I craved. Maybe even one day the family I’d always dreamed of having.
The countryside thinned, giving way to pockets of houses, enormous warehouses and sprawling outlet stores. The outskirts of Cardiff became a crisscross of roads packed with traffic. Townies heading off to work or to indulge in retail therapy. My stomach twirled with nerves. I too would soon be a townie, the country bumpkin in me was in the past now, it had to be. I spotted several sleek apartment blocks in the distance. Wraparound balconies provided the inhabitants with panoramic views of the picturesque capital. They must cost a bomb I thought, fingering the couple of hundred quid I’d taken from my already overdrawn account.
The train slowed, another two whizzing past in the opposite direction, gaining speed. I clutched my sequined evening bag. It was five years since I’d last been in Cardiff but I remembered the buzz of shopping with my flatmate Hilary, the hustle and bustle of Queen Street and the inflated price of coffee in Starbucks.
I sighed. I’d need more clothes than just the ones I was wearing. Something suitable for a job interview and that, along with somewhere to live, had to be my priority. But as soon as I had some money to spare I’d revamp my art supplies, find somewhere to buy my favorite Lascaux cotton duck paper and acrylic paints and hopefully start earning money selling my work—there had to be more opportunities for an aspiring artist in Cardiff than Merthyr. Perhaps this sudden upheaval would turn out to be a godsend. Perhaps it would catapult my name into the fine art world and give me the career I’d always dreamed of.
The train came to a juddering halt and the doors hissed open. I stood but didn’t move, instead I let the other passengers barge off before I alighted onto the platform. They all seemed in such a rush, concentrated faces, shiny shoes, swollen briefcases, most had only joined my carriage in the last half hour, and now as quickly as they’d arrived they were gone, stomping ahead of me like a swarm of black-suited ants.
I meandered alone up the grimy stairs into the sunshine. I pulled in a breath of thick city air and looked around, trying to get my bearings. I resisted the urge to let panic overwhelm me—my situation was dire but I was determined to cope by thinking rationally and calmly. I spotted Starbucks and a newsagent next door to each other. That would do for a start, I could browse the local ads for a room to rent and sip a cappuccino—money was tight but these were extenuating circumstances and a coffee was definitely in order if not the breakfast muffin to go with it.
Ten minutes later I had a delicious caffeine buzz swirling through my system and exactly one room circled in the local paper spread before me—it was the only room advertised without a price, which meant it was the only one I had a hope of affording. How all the others could want hundreds of pounds each month plus extortionate deposits was beyond me—hundreds of pounds, for a room, it was ridiculous.
“BAY VIEW APARTMENT,” my lone ad said. “WANTED—GIRL TO SHARE.” Below was a landline number to call.
I tapped my pockets for my mobile and then remembered I’d left it at Jed’s in my haste. I tutted, I needed a phone. But I’d seen a row of coin-operated phones in the station hall so I finished the frothy dregs of my coffee and headed purposefully back.
The phone rang eight times and I was just about to hang up frustrated when a deep male voice barked down the line, “Hello, hello. Who is it?” I heard a couple of jagged breaths, as though he’d run for the phone.
“Er, hi,” I said, rubbing my fingers over my forehead. “I saw your advert in the paper, room to let, and I wondered how much you were asking for rent each month.”
“Excellent,” he said breathily. “Why don’t you come and see it?”
“Well that would be great, but I really don’t want to waste your time if I can’t afford it.” My chest tightened as I spoke, I didn’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t afford it. Find a hostel or something I supposed.
“It’s negotiable,” he said. “Come see it and tell us what you think it’s worth.”
“Are you serious?”
He laughed. “Sure.” He paused. “What’s your name?”
“Ariane. Ariane Arlington.”
“Pretty name,” he said. “I’m Liam Rosser, why don’t you pop over now? I’m not up to much today so you could make a quick decision.”
“Oh, but I don’t want to put you out.”
“You won’t be, like I said, I’m in anyway.”
“Okay then, if you’re sure.”
“Absolutely. You want the address?”
“Please.” I fumbled for a pen in my pocket and then scrawled 55 St Dav T on my palm as he spoke. “I’m in town, at the station,” I said. “How long will it take to get to St. David’s Tower?”
“Only five minutes in a taxi, we’re down at the bay.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”
“Looking forward to it, Ariane,” he said. “Five minutes.”
I replaced the receiver and looked at the blotchy ink on my hand. Odd, I thought, I’d expected a girl to answer the phone since the ad stated “girl wanted to share”. I shrugged. I couldn’t be picky, not when I only had enough cash for a cardboard box! I’d just have to cope with sharing with a guy I didn’t know. Perhaps it was a mixed flat and there was a girl there too. Maybe Liam was one of the girl’s boyfriends?
I pulled out another few coins and dialed Hilary’s mobile. It rang three times and then went to voicemail. “Hi, it’s me,” I said, trying not to feel irritated that she hadn’t picked up. “I had to leave for Cardiff in the night, but don’t worry, I’m okay, I’ll call you later and tell all… Bye.” I clicked it down. She was probably in bed with Karl. He spent most of his time at our flat now. To tell the truth it would be nice to have a break from their gooey eyes and the banging headboard. Not that I didn’t like Karl, it was just feeling like a gooseberry in my own home was not an ideal situation.
I headed out of the station, jumped in a cab and parted with more precious cash when I reached the bay. I looked up at St. David’s Tower. It was a tall, imposing block of apartments, clean white lines and lots of blue-tinted glass on the balconies, which reflected the shimmer of the water below.
There was a silver revolving door leading into a lobby with a shiny tiled floor and several large potted plants. My stomach tightened, preparing to be disappointed. There was no way I’d be able to offer Liam anywhere near what he wanted for the room. The place was beautiful and reeked of money, but I’d arrived now and it would be rude not to show.
I called the lift and stepped in. Apartment 55 was on the top floor, great—a penthouse apartment, even more expensive.
I examined myself in the smoky mirrors on the inside of the lift doors. My shoulders drooped despondently, I wasn’t looking my best—my long, black hair was wild tumbling down my shoulders and the curls I normally teased straight had won the battle and coiled like Medusa’s snakes. I looked tired and pale even in the tinted glass. I leaned forward and hastily swiped at a smear of mascara under my right eye. I would have to do, my appearance had been the least of my worries over the last twelve hours. I plucked a lip balm from my pocket and smeared my lips to a soft gloss, straightened my jacket over my little black dress and pushed my hair over my shoulders.
The lift door opened with a ping and as I stepped out my stilettos sank into soft carpet. I was hit with the scent of fresh flowers and turned to see an enormous floral display sitting on a polished mahogany table. I breathed in their powdery perfume and looked around. There was only one front door on the top floor. Glossy black and with 55 hanging in big, brass letters.
I stretched my index finger toward the bell, but before I had chance to ring, the door burst in on itself. “Ariane.” A tall, blond guy with a broad grin and perfect golden skin stood before me.
“Liam?” I asked, feeling my breath hitch at having a big, gorgeous man suddenly materialize within a few feet of me.
“That was quick,” he said, holding out a hand. “You must have dodged the traffic.”
I let my hand settle in his palm. It was warm and soft with a haze of sun-kissed hairs leading up his corded forearm. Maybe it was my imagination but we seemed to connect hands for a split second longer than necessary.
“Oh, you’re cold,” he said. His grin slipped and his brows dropped.
“Yeah, sorry.” I pulled away. “I’m tired, I always get cold when I’m tired.”
“Had a late night, did you?”
“Yeah.” I frowned at the memory of my shocking, sleepless night. “Something like that.”
He captured my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts, but only for a moment, then his face lit up again and his eyes widened. “Please, come in.” He stepped to one side and swept his hand into the apartment. “How can I expect you to make a decision standing on the doorstep?”
I made no move. “I’m sorry, Liam,” I said, and swallowed a tight lump in my throat. “I’ve already wasted your time and I don’t want to take up any more of it.”
“Whatever do you mean?” His dark blue eyes flashed and his arm dropped to his side.
“This place is absolutely beautiful.” I gestured to the opulent flowers by the lift. “But I really won’t be able to pay anywhere near what you want for your spare room.”
“Nonsense,” he said, shaking his head. “How can you possibly say that when you haven’t even seen it? It might just be a dusty cupboard.”
I laughed without humor. “I can say that because I’ve barely any money and at present no job to speak of so I’m sure I couldn’t afford a cupboard, not here.”
Liam folded his arms over his broad chest. His black t-shirt stretched around his balled biceps and strained over his pecs. “Well I think that’s all the more reason for you to come in. You’re clearly in dire straits, Ariane.” He jerked his head. “I won’t bite.” His voice lowered and became as smooth as velvet. “I promise.”
I wrapped my fingers around the thin strap of my shoulder bag, clenched my jaw and walked in. I would just stay a few minutes to be polite.
Liam shut the door and pressed a hand into the small of my back. “I’ll show you around,” he said, applying gentle pressure to urge me forward. “You can give me a female opinion on each room. It will be nice to get a girly view on how we’ve done up the place.”
“We?” I asked, stepping into the most stunning living room I’d ever seen. It was decorated entirely in monochrome—two black leather sofas with fluffy white cushions, black shiny furniture against brilliant white walls and a mammoth flat screen TV opposite an enormous black-and-white picture of New York. There was a smoky glass table with three tall chairs and a giant twisting chandelier overhead. The far wall was made up entirely of glass doors, which were flung open and led on to a giant balcony with glass panels for railings to make the most of the panoramic bay view. Topiary trees of all shapes and sizes sat in polished black pots on the balcony along with three deeply cushioned loungers. “This is stunning,” I said, standing stock-still and gazing around with wide, impressed eyes.
“Quinn,” Liam said, drawing up next to me.
“Quinn?” I questioned, looking up at his smiling face. His eyes were a stunning blue, the dense navy of the sky just before a storm.
“Yes, Quinn, you asked about ‘we’, ‘we’ is me and Quinn, we share the apartment.”
“Oh, I see.” I dragged in a breath laden with his divine citrus aftershave. “No girls then?”
He laughed, a deep rumble of a sound that echoed around the room. Small crease lines formed around his eyes and his mouth curled into a grin that was distinctly mischievous. “No, no girls here, just me and Quinn. He’s at work, which is a shame. I’d prefer you to meet him before you make a decision. It’s important to like all your flatmates don’t you think?”
“Er, yes, it is, but I’m sorry, Liam. I really should go, you could get thousands for this place, it really is way out of my league.” Why look at the beautiful apartment? It would only make me even more depressed when I eventually found a little hole to crawl into. And what was the point of standing so close to such a devastatingly sexy man that I could actually feel lust beginning to pool between my legs? He’d never fancy me. I was in a terrible state, physically, emotionally, financially. I just needed to hide away somewhere quiet and let it all blow over with Jed.
I took a step away.
“No, don’t go.” Liam curled his hand around my upper arm. His long fingers held me tight and halted my movements.
I stiffened and my breath caught. Was he going to keep me against my will? Nobody knew I was here. He could squirrel me away for all of time and do whatever he wanted. My heart thudded so loud I was sure he’d be able to hear it in the silent apartment.
He let go of my arm as suddenly as he’d grabbed it, though I could still feel the imprint of his fingers on my flesh. His face softened and he shoved his hands deep into the front pockets of his jeans. “Please, Ariane, don’t go, I think you might be just what we’re looking for, I think we…the apartment, may be just what you’re looking for too.” He stepped away, his bare feet padding softly on the floor.
I tilted my head and tugged at my bottom lip, tried to calm my fluttering heart. “What do you mean?”
“Quinn and I would like a girl around the place, someone to inject a little softness into the apartment, the feminine touch. You would be doing us a favor if you moved in.”
“But you could get someone to do that who could also afford to pay you big bucks.”
“But I like the look of you.” He drew up his shoulders in a defeated shrug, as though he couldn’t help liking me. “Do you like the look of me?”
“Er, yeah.” I couldn’t deny it. I liked the look of him very much. Too much. I wasn’t usually one for lust at first sight but something about Liam had my hormones skittering all over the place and demanding attention. “But surely what you’re looking for is a business arrangement,” I said. “Why not just get an interior designer to add some softer edges to the room?”
“What do you do for a living, Ariane?”
“I, well, it’s complicated…”
“Try me,” he challenged with a grin. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”
“I’d love to make money selling my artwork, but to pay the bills I’m, or rather was, a sales administrator for a financial advice agency, but I left last night.”
“Last night, surely that’s a nine-to-five job, why would you leave at night?”
“Because I was at my boss’s house when I decided to quit.” I paused, remembering Jed’s disastrous premature ejaculation, which had sent him scurrying into the bathroom. Shivers of disgust tingled up my back. How had I gotten so close to sleeping with the creep? I was desperate, that was why. It had been months, no make that years since I’d last had the physical connection of sex. “Late last night I saw his files,” I said, wrapping my arms around my waist. “Secret files on his PC.”
“Secret files.” Liam widened his eyes dramatically. “Very James Bond.”
I frowned. “I remembered an email I’d forgotten to send to a client. His laptop was on standby and when I clicked it to life I saw private files. Files and statements showing he’d been embezzling money from the company share owners, namely the other fifteen people I work with, all of whom he’d encouraged to invest in the company. ‘A good way to increase staff motivation’ he’d said, ‘if everyone can see a direct and personal financial benefit for their hard work’.”
“And what did you do?” Liam frowned. “When you found out?”
“I emailed the files to the financial ombudsman,” I said with a shrug.
Liam rocked back on his heels and shoved a hand through his floppy blond hair. “Whoa, no wonder you had to jack it in.”
I felt my chest tighten. Exposing Jed had been the only option. I thought of Angharad, a single mum to three who’d invested her savings in Jed’s scheme. How could I have done anything different? Jed had to be stopped.
“It must have been awful for you,” Liam said quietly, his face becoming serious. “A real shock.”
I nodded and remembered my hands shaking over the mouse as file after incriminating file sent while Jed was taking a mercifully long, cold shower.
“And then you what, after you sent it to the ombudsman, you left, straightaway?”
“But you must have been leaving so much behind, everything you’d worked for. Home, friends…”
I felt a tear prick the corner of my eye and tried to blink it away. Hilary’s smiling face hovered before me.
“Not to mention stuff.” Liam eyed the small shoulder bag I’d used on my date with Jed. It held a comb, a lip balm and my wallet, nothing more. “You must have left behind essential, everyday stuff,” he continued. “More stuff than you can fit in there.”
I pressed my palms to my cheeks and caught a shudder in my chest. “Yes,” I said in a shaky voice as the enormity of what I’d done hit me. “I left everything behind. I wasn’t thinking straight, I just had to get away. Jed has such a temper and I’d just cost him in excess of a million pounds not to mention a spell in prison. I knew I wasn’t going to be popular when he found out.”
Liam reached out and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. “You poor thing,” he said softly, stepping right up close. “But it’s okay now, you’re here…with us.”
“But I can’t stay,” I said, feeling my eyes burn with unspent tears. “I really can’t.”
“What choice do you have?” Liam crooked his finger and tipped my chin. “You need somewhere to stay and we have a spare room crying out for a girl.” He smiled gently. “It’s a win-win situation.”
My breathing tripped out of control. Liam’s devastating proximity was doing odd things to my exhausted body. I felt my nipples peak at the same time as a tear broke the dam and trickled down my cheek. I wanted him to kiss me as much as I wanted him to scoop me up and protect me from the big, bad world.
Liam brushed his thumb over my face to mop up the tear. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “So you don’t think its charity, we’ll call it a trial. Stay for a month and if you like it you can pay rent, a nominal amount mutually agreed by all parties, and if you don’t like it, well, you can move out, but by that time you’ll have got yourself back on your feet, job and money and all that.”
I looked up into his earnest eyes.
“Just think of it as breathing space, a reprieve whilst you get your head around what’s going on,” he continued as he dropped his head so low his lips were just a whisper from mine. “Let us help you out the way you just helped out your colleagues by exposing Jed.”
“Like karma?” I asked.
“Yep, like karma, you do something good for someone and then something comes round the corner that’s good for you.”
He looked at me like he was looking into my soul, cupping my chin and boring his eyes into mine. The heat from his wide, muscular body radiated through my light jacket, soaked through the thin material of my dress right into my skin. “Okay,” I said, thinking that Liam could be seriously good for me. “As long as you’re sure you don’t mind.”
A flicker of triumph seared through his pupils. “I think we can safely say having a beautiful woman around the place will not be a hardship to either myself or Quinn.” He poked out the tip of his tongue and swept it over his bottom lip. My insides clenched. I wasn’t sure if it was because he’d called me beautiful in my bedraggled state or if it was the sight of the dexterous tip of his tongue caressing his lip in such an erotic way.
“But first things first.” He stepped back and rubbed his hands vigorously. “Let’s have breakfast—eggs, bacon, sausages, any preference?”
“I, er, well please don’t go to any bother.”
“It’s no bother, I’m cooking anyway.” He turned and headed out of the room. I followed a step behind, acutely aware of my heels clicking on the wooden floor—the only part of the room that wasn’t black or white.
I stood in the doorway of the kitchen and felt my jaw slacken. It could have been a room from Hello! magazine—someone rich and famous’ kitchen. Acres of black granite work surface sparkled like the sky at night. All the appliances were shiny silver and meticulously clean. There was an island in the middle with three silver barstools on z- shaped legs and an enormous bowl of fruit sat in the center. The window, like the one in the living room, looked out at the skyline, though from this room, instead of the bay the white spikes of the Millennium Stadium pierced the crystal blue.
“This is lush,” I managed.
“Glad you like it,” Liam said, yanking at the biggest fridge door I’d ever seen. “I designed this room and Quinn did the living room. I do the cooking since I’m at home the most so it seemed a natural division of time and effort.” He pointed to a barstool. “Sit,” he said. “I’ll get the coffee on.”
I sat, my weary legs grateful for the reprieve, then leaned forward and rested my elbows on the cool granite. “Do you work from home?” I asked, stifling a sudden yawn.
“Yeah.” He turned to me, several eggs balanced in the palm of his hand. “But I won’t bore you with the details.”
“I’m sorry.” I clamped my mouth shut to hide the yawn.
“It’s boring work to most people but I love it, so much so that once I get my head into a project I can’t leave it alone, I forget to eat, sleep, exercise, everything until it’s done.” He cracked an egg into the pan.
“What do you do?” I asked.
“Web design. We set the fourth bedroom up as my office when we moved in three years ago. It works really well, just means I don’t get out much, you know, to meet people and stuff.” He shrugged.
I wrapped my hands around the mug of coffee he set down in front of me and tried to look into his eyes, but he diverted his gaze and turned back to the now-spitting eggs. I couldn’t decide if not getting out much bothered him or if it was how he liked it.
“Quinn makes up for me not going out much, he dashes off to work at all hours, sometimes he’s only in a few minutes and his pager goes and he’s tearing back there.”
“Why, what does he do?” I sipped the steaming liquid, enjoying the rich aroma dancing up my nostrils and flooding my taste buds. Coffee, it was my drug of choice and this was an exceptionally good hit.
“Quinn’s a doctor, a neurosurgeon, he works at the University Hospital.”
“Wow,” I said, raising my brows. “Intense stuff.”
“Indeed, he’s an amazing doctor, world-class, which of course piles the pressure on even more. He gets all the complex cases, the problems no one else can sort out.” He turned and looked at me through narrowed eyes. “He’s the last hope for the majority of the people he sees.”
I nodded seriously. “What time will he be in?”
“No way of knowing.” Liam slathered butter on a slice of toast. “Whenever he’s happy all his patients are stable for the night.”
“And if they’re not?”
“Then he won’t come home.” He set down a plate crammed with toast and eggs and handed me a knife and fork. “Is that okay or do you want bacon too?”
“Goodness no,” I said, smiling up at him. “This is way more than I would normally eat as it is.”
He topped up my coffee and then sat next to me at the island with an equally brimming plate of food. “It’s nice to have company at breakfast,” he said, stabbing at the eggs. “I usually eat alone.”
“Well, it’s nice to be here,” I said, feeling a warm glow inside. Jed and all the problems with Boverton suddenly paled into the distance. Sitting in a luxury penthouse apartment with a gorgeous man and a delicious breakfast was definitely not what I’d been expecting when I ran away, but I wasn’t going to complain—no way.
We both ate hungrily, scooping up the yellow eggs and slurping coffee. Liam ate like a man who truly enjoyed his food and popped two more slices of thick white bread in the toaster when he’d finished what he had on his plate.
“That was delicious,” I said, aligning my knife and fork. “Thanks so much.”
“You’re welcome,” he said grinning. “Now let me show you your room, perhaps you want a lay-down after your eventful night.”
I nodded. It was definitely what I needed. I stood from the stool but my legs felt thick and heavy and my heels teetered unsteadily on the shiny, slippery floor.
“Careful,” Liam said, quickly wrapping an arm around my waist to stop me landing in a heap. “Do you need a hand to get to the bedroom?” His voice was full of concern but it also had a sexy, gravelly quality to it, especially the way he’d said “bedroom” with a low, rasping tone.
“I’m fine,” I said, my ears and skin buzzing. “But like you said, I could probably do with a nap.”
He didn’t let go as he steered me to the doorway and then into the hallway. There was something very comforting about having a muscled arm holding me when I felt so drained and I leaned into him, feeling part turned-on, part pathetic.
“Here we go,” he said, opening the door to a neat, square room. It had a soft pink double bed, a pine dressing table and floaty white curtains. “This is the girly room,” he said, grinning. “You like it? We did this one together.”
“It’s lovely,” I said, eyeing the squidgy duvet and cushions with an unnatural amount of longing. “Much better than the cupboard you’d led me to believe I was getting.”
Liam let go of me and stepped into the room. “There’s an en-suite over there.” He pointed to a white panelled door. “And here’s a triple-sized wardrobe.” He pulled open the doors. “Obviously empty.” He looked at me still wearing my jacket and frowned. “We’re gonna have to get you some clothes aren’t we?”
“I’ll shop tomorrow.” I shrugged off my jacket and dropped it over the back of the chair by the dressing table. I stood in my little black dress. It had thin spaghetti straps and a low neckline that revealed my neat though definitely there cleavage. The waist was nipped and the skirt short, but not too short. It looked classically sexy with the sheer, black tights I was wearing and the high patent stilettos.
Liam sucked in a breath and tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth. “Nice dress,” he said, sweeping his eyes over my body in a way that personified male appreciation.
“Thanks.” I toed off my shoes and sank my aching feet into the deep pile of the bedroom carpet. But I couldn’t deny the flutter in my chest or the spark between my legs his look ignited.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t get any more clothes.” He stepped close with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Just wear that all the time.”
“Now there’s an idea,” I said, fighting the urge to rest my entire body against the length of his. “Which could work until I want to go to the gym or the supermarket.”
He swallowed tightly and I watched his Adam’s apple bob low. “That’s where I’m off to now.” His eyes dropped to my chest and my breaths quickened as his cheeky gaze caressed my flesh. He made no move to go anywhere and his eyes were like hot licks of fire whipping my body into a state of frenzy. “Whilst you sleep I’ll go to the shops and then the gym,” he murmured, watching my chest rise and fall. “There’s one, a gym that is, in the basement for residents to use.” The timbre of his voice was even deeper than before, as though the last thing he was thinking about was the gym or the supermarket.
I swallowed and wondered about inviting him to bed to warm me up. I was sure he’d be up for it. I could see desire burning in his eyes as clearly as a volcano spouts lava into the night sky. And it had been so long, too long since I’d truly enjoyed the company of a sexy, naked man in bed.
But before the thought made it to my mouth he was gone.
“See you later,” he said, pulling up the door. “Sleep tight.”
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Be quick… the sequel to this delicious read comes out Friday. Watch this space for Lily’s Shared Too.