A rhythmic sound began wafting through the paneled walls. After a few seconds, Corinne screamed Apollo’s name as her headboard banged against the wood. Lilah’s cheeks flushed as she looked past me toward the sound. Such innocence.
“Well.” She cleared her throat, eyes still glued to the wall as Corinne’s moans continued. “I guess we should get ready to work.”
“Of course. Unless you had other things on your mind?” I followed her gaze to the wall. Teasing her came naturally. I loved the color that painted her cheeks, loved the way she responded to me.
“You can leave now.” Her voice was curt, though I’d caught the glint of excitement that sparked in her eyes at the veiled suggestion.
“As you wish, carissima. Bartholomew will have dinner prepared for us downstairs.” I rose from the bed, noting the way she seemed to relax a little at my retreat. I couldn’t help but enjoy all the subconscious tells she had to let me know I affected her.
“After we eat, I want to get to work. We can set up in your study.” She attempted an all-business tone.
“Whatever your little heart desires.” Though I had no intentions of spending the night with her clinically asking me questions about my life. I had better ideas for our time together. Much better.