Page 69 of Cloud Storm

“I was so pissed,” I say honestly. “Then I found you here, really ill, and I was scared. I didn’t want you to die in my arms. Lancelot, you were so out of it, I couldn’t move you. I had to call Roselynn and Chase to help me.”

He makes a face… Men, they swear they’re superman, invincible.

“I have to ask, how did you get into the house?”

His hands are caressing my bare back, playing with my hair while his eyes search mine for answers.

“Why, does it bother you?” I ask, getting defensive.

“What do you think?” he answers hugging me, before kissing me again. “I’m furious.”

Furious is the erection between us. How’s this happening? Wasn’t he sick?

“Lancelot, you’re sick, you need to rest. I was so afraid, I can’t even imagine what would have happened if Mr. Hatz hadn’t asked me to check on you.”

“That old sea lion.” He laughs again. “I’ll call him later to thank him.”

“And your aunt too.”

He looks really surprised.

“Did you talk to her too?”

Is that alarm I can hear in his voice?

“No, but Mr. Hatz said she’d been calling you for days.”

“Well, I’ll talk to her too, but later. Right now I have more urgent matters to take care of,” he concludes before kissing me, making me forget that the rest of the world exists.

???

“Lancelot, I have a lot of work to do,” I protest, as I try to get up and find my clothes. It’s morning already, and even though today is Sunday, I have plenty to do.

But he’s the very definition of temptation. Why does he have to be so handsome? I can’t resist that naked body. He’s still on the bed flaunting those muscles and that golden torso shamelessly, the fucker knows what he’s doing to me.

With me.

“Stay here…” he insists. “For a little while longer.”

“I can’t,” I answer. “Last night we didn’t do the laundry, now I don’t have anything to wear.”

“You can wear me… you know,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

This is impossible. He is impossible.

“I didn’t go to the bakery yesterday, and even when it’s closed I still need to check the orders for the week, the baking list, plus I need to organize my test for the TV show.”

He frowns, this time his grimace looks funny. It warms my heart. He doesn’t want me to go. But the clock is ticking and there is still so much to do.

“How did I not know you were appearing on a TV show?”

A hearty laugh escapes from me.

“Because until several hours ago, you were my archnemesis.”

He looks me in the eye, his expression changing, morphing into something heavy, the weight is like a cloud between us.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Ariel,” he says. “I was an idiot.”

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