Page 90 of My Ruthless Opponent

His sarcasm was absent and my annoyance with him was also missing in action.

It oddly felt like a date. Which was awkward.

He is finally wearing a t-shirt. He didn’t give me grief when I told him to wear one.

He could have teased me about it but he didn’t.

I was wearing long unappealing pajamas instead of my usual short sets.

But it didn’t matter. Even though I hardly looked at him, I felt his eyes on me.

The tension between us didn’t simmer down throughout the dinner.

I was hyperaware of his movements as we sat facing each other on the small dining table in the living room.

There were small touches and brushes of hands whenever the other reached out for water or dishes across the table.

It made my body hum with need. The contact was innocent yet my body was getting wild ideas.

I was a horny mess by the end of the dinner. I got up and stalked away, making my way to the bedroom.

He is calm while I am all wound up. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.

I am on edge. Because I am fucking horny. I’ve never been more relieved to go to bed. I needed to get away from him.

My relief turns to chaos when Raleigh appears in the bedroom. When he starts tugging his t-shirt off, I feel tingly all over.

Maybe he wants to change. His luggage is in here.

“Goodnight.” I croak.

“Night.” His gaze locks on mine as he begins stalking toward the bed. Toward me.

My breathing quickens. So does my heartbeat. Anticipation makes my toes curl beneath the comforter.

He stops beside the bed. Casually rests his phone on the nightstand before his hand drops to the waistband of his shorts.

My throat goes dry. Holding my gaze, he undoes his fly before lowering the zipper.

“What are you doing?” That’s all I manage to ask when he shoves his shorts down which leaves him in his black boxers.

Raleigh slides into the bed.

He leans on his propped elbow and peers down at me. “If you think I am going to sleep on the couch, you are sorely mistaken, princess. We are going to sleep in the same bed.”

I go to protest but he places a finger over my lips.

“We are going to share this bed. Night after night for the entire week. I am not a gentleman to offer you the bed while I take the couch.”

I scoff and push up to sit. “I didn’t expect you to be one.” I begin throwing pillows between us.

“Can’t control yourself with me?” He arches an eyebrow as he takes in the pillow wall between us.

“Don’t annoy me and go to sleep.” I scoot toward the edge of my side of the bed.

I try to act composed as I lay down but his words had sent shivers down my spine.

Sharing the bed with my enemy was never on my bucket list. Yet, I am looking forward to it.

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