Page 69 of Arrogant Playboy

DANIEL

We enjoy our meal, she even talks me into dessert, some spotted dick. I thought she was talking dirty to me,she wasn’t.We shared this cake thing which was filled with currants. Interesting, but something I would not seek to have again.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asks me as we stumble out from the noisy, crowded pub into the still night air. Both of us are stuffed as we start to walk back toward the bed and breakfast.

“The fish and chips I’ll have again, the spotted dick, I’ll give that a miss,” I tell her as I shove my hands into my pockets. Rosie giggles at my review. “Next time, I should take you to my favorite French restaurant and show you my home.” And as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.

“I’d like that.” Rosie smiles. I’m surprised and don’t quite believe it. “What?” she asks as she notices me.

“I’m surprised you said yes.”

“I like food.”

“So, then I’ll organize something.”

“Sure.”

We continue to walk in silence until we arrive back at the bed and breakfast, it’s close to midnight, and everything is closed. We use the key and make our way upstairs.

“Did you want the shower first?” Rosie asks.

“No, I have to check some emails, you go,” I tell her as I sit on the bed and pull out my phone. She nods and starts grabbing her things.

Rosie steps out of the bathroom in her pajamas and I stop and look up at her. “Don’t say a thing,” she warns me.

“I wasn’t going to.” I smirk.

“I didn’t think anyone would see me.”

“I’m sure you didn’t in those,” I tease.

“There is nothing wrong with my pajamas.”

“They have chickens all over them.”

“So, I like chickens,” she grumbles.

“Good to know.” I grin, staring at the T-shirt that says‘I like peckers’on the front with four chickens sitting underneath it, and her shorts that have chickens and the words again,‘I love peckers’plastered all over them with love hearts.

“My friends got me these for my birthday. I love them,” she says, trying to defend them.

“I’m sure you love peckers.” I chuckle, which makes her huff and walk away from me as she packs her things away.

“I’m going to go have a shower,” I tell her and head into the bathroom, smiling. As much as I would like to rub one out in the shower, especially as I am about to get into bed with her and I can’t touch, I feel it would be weird doing it when the object of my desire is on the other side of the door. So, I refrain and hope that my dick behaves tonight.

I walk out, and Rosie looks up from her phone and drops it as a flush rushes across her cheeks. “What … what are you doing?” she stutters, picking up her phone again.

“Getting ready for bed.”

“You don’t have a shirt on,” she says, staring at my half-naked body.”

“Is that a problem?” I ask, running my hand down my flat stomach and I watch her face turn from pink to red.

“It is when we are sharing a bed.”

“This is how I sleep. You’re lucky I had pajama pants in my bag as I usually don’t sleep in anything.” Those green eyes glare at me before dipping to where my dick is and returning to my face. “You don’t think you can keep your hands off me if I don’t have a shirt on?” She huffs, rolling her eyes. “If I must sleep with you in those pajamas, then you can deal with this,” I tell her, patting my stomach as I slide into bed beside her.

“I’m fully clothed,” she argues.

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