Page 41 of Mr. Infuriating

“Like a baby. Must have been the company. How about you?”

“Great!” I think she realized her words were far too peppy for the situation, and so she toned it down when she reiterated, “I slept great. I have an amazing mattress. My ex and I actually fought for custody over it, but my lawyer was better than his. What kind of mattress do you have?”

Now she was just rambling.

“I have a memory foam, too.”

“Aren’t they just the best?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how awkward she was being.

“Yeah. NASA technology is pretty great.”

She was obviously uneasy as she pulled her robe tighter around her chest and glanced around the room, like she was searching for something else to say.

Finally, her gaze returned to me, and we stared at each other for a quiet beat until she cleared her throat and gestured to the bathroom door.

“Um, feel free to use my shower if you want. I set a spare toothbrush on the counter for you. I’m going to get dressed and make some coffee.”

“Thanks.”

I threw back the covers and stood, my dick swinging between my legs as I did. Gretchen quickly glanced away, likethere was a spot on the floor that fascinated her, but I could see the blush creeping up her cheeks. It was so adorable, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No need to act shy now, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” she said defensively, and I raised my eyebrows as I stalked closer to her.

“You’re not?”

She lifted her chin defiantly to meet my gaze and affirmed with gusto, “No, I’m not,” but I noticed she was careful not to look down.

“That’s good.” The smirk on my face was apparent as I untied her robe and pulled it open to blatantly appraise her naked body from head to toe.

I liked that she didn’t shrink from my perusal. If her pointed nipples and goosebump-covered skin were any indicators, I’d even venture to say she liked it.

“Gretchen Wainwright—you are fucking stunning.”

“Kelly,” she uttered.

I cocked my head in confusion, so she clarified, “I’m legally Gretchen Kelly now.”

Good, she got rid of that fucker’s last name.

I found I liked that more than I probably should.

“Gretchen Kelly,” I said softly, trying out how her name sounded on my tongue while I stroked my fingers up and down her bare sides. “It suits you.”

A smile escaped her lips. “Thanks. I think so, too.”

“So, Gretchen Kelly. What do you say you join me inthe shower?”

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Gretchen

I really wanted to take him up on his offer. Last night had been the best sex of my life, hands down, and I wouldn’t have minded “one for the road,” but…

“I’m kind of sore,” I confessed.

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