Page 18 of Legacy of His Revenge
‘And that won’t be happening,’ Sophie informed him prissily, edging back, away from the suffocating radius of his powerful personality. ‘Ever!’
‘Sure about that?’ Matias laughed softly, fired up on every possible cylinder. ‘Because that’s not a concept I recognise.’
‘Too bad,’ Sophie muttered, and then she turned tail and fled before she could get even more sucked into a conversation that was dangerously explosive anddangerously,dangerously exciting.
Not even the luxury of her accommodation, which still made her gasp after four nights, or the calming, long bath she had could clear her head.
Matias’s dark, brooding, insanely sexy face swam in her head, stirring her up and making it impossible for her to fall asleep and when, finally, she did, it was a restless, broken sleep until eventually, lying in the darkened room at nearly two in the morning, she decided that counting sheep wasn’t getting her anywhere.
She made her way as quietly as she could towards the kitchen. Aside from the security lights outside, the house was shrouded in darkness, which should have been spooky but was strangely reassuring.
She already knew her way round the kitchen like the back of her hand and there was no need for her to switch on any lights as she padded unhesitatingly towards the fridge to get some milk so that she could make herself a mug of hot chocolate. Time to find out whether it was true that hot chocolate encouraged sleep.
Stooping and reaching to the back of the shelf for the milk, Sophie was unaware of footsteps behind her and certainly, with only the light from the fridge, there were no helpful warning shadows cast so the sound of Matias’s voice behind her came as a shock.
She straightened, slammed her head against the fridge shelf, sent various jars and bottles flying and stood up as red as a beetroot to confront a highly amused Matias staring down at her with his arms folded.
