Page 223 of Blue Moon Mistress

“In the mean time,” Chase says. “You need to get some sleep.”

He helps me up and leads me to the bedroom.

“Sleep, or a bath,” he says. “Ladie’s choice.”

“A bath sounds perfect.”

I don’t let go of his hand until I start the water. And then, it’s to unbutton his jeans.

“I thought you were the one who needs to get naked for this.”

“And I’m tired… I need someone to help keep my head above water.”

“Do you always get what you want?” Even as he asks it, he takes over undressing himself and then pulls my close off as well.

The water’s warm, but he’s warmer.

“I honestly didn’t think we’d both fit,” He says as I stretch against him.

“You should know…” I turn so he knows I don’t plan to get clean. “We allfit.”

The floor is a puddle by the time I finish proving how well.

Twenty

It feelslike years since I’ve been back to their house. Strange, since I spent so much time here after Aphrodite’s first failed attempt.

But what I need isn’t inside these walls.

While they go through their mail, I slip next door. My knock is met by Mrs. Miller with a wide smile. “Hello dear.”

I do not know what the girls told her, but she has done a complete one eighty… or maybe it’s just because Aphrodite’s influence is gone.

“Good morning, I was wondering if I could borrow Bethany.”

“I don’t see why not.” She holds the door open and lets me in before calling out for her youngest granddaughter.

The woman is in her early twenties, but Mrs. Miller still acts like she’s a teenager.

When Bethany pokes her head around the corner, she has a slash of white paint across her cheekbone. “Oh! Hi Scarlette.”

“Hello yourself.” I brush my thumb over the same spot on my face. “You’ve got some—”

Her hand goes to her cheek. “Thanks. I would have found it eventually, but it’s nice to get it off right away.”

The wolves stay outside when I follow her downstairs and she slips into the bathroom while I look at the canvas and its still wet oil paint.

The chunky work in progress is a sea scene.

“Is it a commission?” I ask as she comes out, face scrubbed clean.

“Kind of. Elaria’s going to teach me how to spell it when she comes down next time.”

My best friend is probably one of the only people who could teach her that. I don’t even know how.

“Marvelous. Just make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

“That feels like everything right now.”

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