Page 96 of Play On

“I made you a cup of tea,” he says, walking towards my side of the bed. “English breakfast.”

“You remembered I ordered that yesterday?”

He nods and sinks down onto the mattress next to me, lifting his hand and gently stroking my hair. “I did. I know you alsomust have toast, but I didn’t want to make that until I was sure you were up and ready to eat.”

Swoon. Swoon. Swoon.

It’s as if Noah is reading some kind of playbook to make me fall in love with him, pulling out play after play of moves designed to win my heart.

It’s so working.

“That is lovely, thank you,” I say, smiling at him. I rise, tucking the sheet around me like they always do on the telly, but of course it slides right down, revealing my boobs to Noah.

He grins at me, and I feel myself blush.

“Not that I mind watching you drink tea naked, but would you at least like a T-shirt since that sheet isn’t quite working out?”

A wicked idea comes to me instead. “I’ll tell you what I’d like, Saucy Shorts. I want to wear one of your T-shirts. And I’d like you to go over to my luggage over there, pull out my pink mesh lingerie bag, and play pick and mix with my knickers. I’ll wear whatever you pick out today.”

He smiles an embarrassed smile and rakes his hand through his hair.

Ooh, he’s so sweet and sexy, I just want to eat him up!

“You aren’t like anyone else, Violet.”

“Thank God for that!” I say cheerfully.

Noah rises and walks over to the dresser, where he has already unpacked all his clothing. He retrieves a shirt and comes back over to the bed, handing it to me.

“One of my Stonebridge United ones,” he says. “Now a game I never thought I’d play—I’ll go do a pick and mix with your knickers.”

I burst out laughing and tug the T-shirt over my head. Ooh. It’s very soft and has a faint scent of lavender on it.

“Do you use fabric softener?” I ask, intrigued.

“My housekeeper does. I’ll be sure to tell her to use the apple blossom one the next time I see her,” he jokes.

“I look forward to smelling your fresh new scent when I visit you in Surrey,” I tease.

He chuckles at that. Then he bends down and unzips my suitcase, but stops and looks at me before going any further. “And you are sure you are okay with me going through your things, Vi?”

More. Things. To. Love. About. Him.

“Yes. I have no secrets from you. You can see not only my knickers and bras, but my choice of toothpaste as well.”

He smiles and immediately lifts the bucket hat I wore to the beach when he spent the weekend here. “I love this hat on you. You were so cute in it.”

I get a warm feeling inside knowing he thought that.

“Do you want me to put your T-shirts and jeans in a drawer for you?”

“You’re lovely to offer, but you don’t have to serve as my housekeeper this weekend. You’re on holiday, remember?’

Noah ignores me and slides open a drawer, gently placing my folded T-shirts and jeans inside of it. “This is doing something for someone I care about. It’s not going to ruin my holiday.”

He places my make-up bag and hairbrush on top of the dresser, then retrieves the pink lingerie bag. “Jackpot.” He grins, unzipping it.

I watch as he goes through my knickers and bras, and I blush a bit when I see his eyes flicker over them. I have no doubt from the look in those brown eyes of his that he’s envisioning me in them.

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