Page 11 of Without Judgment

My temper flared that she was having this effect on me. “It would be appreciated if you wore more clothing when walking around the house.”

Her eyes immediately narrowed. “I’m in my own house, at night, alone—or so I’d thought.”

“And now you’re aware that you’re not. Last thing I need is an appearance of impropriety during my watch.”

She instantly appeared hurt. Fuck.

“Then perhaps you can get a hotel room or stay out in the pool house,” she offered. “I’m sure I’m fine at night by myself and don’t need your help.”

I fought my irritation. She should have been grateful she wasn’t here alone at night.

She turned, grabbing a leftover container of pasta and a soda. She didn’t spare me a glance as she made for the door.

“Avery,” I prompted as she was leaving the room.

“What?”

I walked over and slid open the cutlery drawer, where I grabbed a fork and held it up. “So you don’t mess up your manicure by eating with your hands.”

She stepped over to me, head high, breasts out, and eyes blazing as she snatched the fork from my fingers.

I swallowed hard at her nearness.

“How nice for you to be so considerate.”

I stood quietly, watching as she turned on her heel and walked away, doing nothing to disguise the sexy shake to her hips. I didn’t bother to remind my erection that she was way off-limits. Instead, I took my discomfort as penance for being an asshole to her.

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