Page 182 of Forced Vows

His gaze lifts from the tablet to meet mine. "Yeah?"

Scuttling backward, I shake my head. "Get that look off your face. I need to pee. And I'm hungry."

"If you'd eaten your dinner… "

"I wasn't hungry then." Thoughts of Miceli's plans for later had strangled my appetite.

"Not for food anyway." His voice is heavy with innuendo.

Which I force myself to ignore, scooting off the mattress to stand beside it. "I need a shower before we do anything else in that bed."

Sex is way messier than I expected. And I kind of love it.

But right now, I smell a little too earthy. So, shower. I'd kill for a bath though.

Not literally. Maybe.

He points his thumb toward a set of double doors. "Bathroom. The kitchen is through the door in the hall. It's fully stocked."

"Closet?" I ask.

I plan to steal one of his shirts for after my shower. I love the scene in romance novels when the FMC goes around naked except for her lover's shirt.

We aren't romance.

Maybe to him we're not, but I can live my side of this relationship any way I want. And right now, I want one of his shirts.

He waves toward a third set of double doors on the other side of the room. The first one, we came through when we got here.

I pad over unembarrassed by my jiggling flesh, mostly because he watches me like a hungry wolf.

When I open the door to the closet, a light comes on.

"I have to say I enjoy this automatic light thing you've got going on. I'm going to talk to Uncle Brogan about installing some in the mansi…" I lose my words as my brain processes what my eyes are seeing.

First, this room is off the charts. It's almost as big as my bedroom. (And hello, mansion…my bedroom is not small.)

One side is suit jackets, slacks dress shirts, you know…guy clothes. Whatever.

But what has my attention riveted and words stuck in my throat like I just swallowed cement is the other side.

It is filled with my clothes. Not clothes for a woman in my size. And not a few items from my closet. But if my entire freaking closet isn't hanging up here, I don't know my own wardrobe.

I rush to the island in the center and yank open one of the drawers on "my" side of the closet.

You guessed it, my underwear. I open another one. Those are my socks. open another one. Those are my T-shirts. Crap! All of my clothes are in here.

"Miceli!" There may be a slightly hysterical note in my voice.

I blame the clothes snatcher. Have I been adult-napped? Lured in with fantastic, earthy sex instead of sweet candy?

Spinning around, I'm ready to charge back through the door when I'm stopped short by the sight of him lounging in the doorway.

His shoulder leaning against the jamb, His expression is calm. Maybe even a little smug. Definitely not underboss stoic.

I wave my arms wildly around. "What are all of my clothes doing here?"

"Not how did they get here?" He sounds almost teasing.

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