Page 49 of Vicious Arrangement
He disappears into his shower, and I drag myself up, grabbing the three bars and wrapping myself in the towel.
I rush out through the open pocket doors and down the hall to my room, where Angus stands, half in the room, half in the outdoor space, and he gives me a reproachful look.
“Yeah, Angus, I know.”
In the rain shower, I try the bars. They’re all different shapes, and they smell like linen, all of them. Linen in the sun. Soft, spare, clean.
When I dry off, I open a drawer, and sure enough, there are more bars. I didn’t even open this one because who puts shampoo and body wash in such a thin drawer? People who give you organic and environmentally friendly bars of the stuff.
And I’m pleased he uses stuff like this, even if he was made to, even if I don’t. But I will now.
I’m still babbling in my head. That was… that was… insane. Stupid. Something I can’t keep repeating.
His dirty talk makes me shake because it turned me on like no other words. Maybe it was the hot sex. Maybe it was who said it. I think it might be both.
When I’m dressed, I’m ready to take Angus for a quick little exploration of the area, maybe a run.
None of the workers are here, as Carrie, the personal chef, and the gardener were here yesterday. Which is good. No one is here to have heard my shame.
Noah’s gone when I head out. Though his door’s mostly shut, I don’t peer in. I don’t feel his presence, thank goodness. I’m alone, just Angus to bear the burden of my shame. I head down the stairs, and we go down the hall toward the elevator when a gasp grabs my attention. I come to a dead stop.
A girl, maybe twenty-one, is there, she’s in jeans and a top with a small logo on it.
“Hi,” I say, eyeing the pile of washing in a cart that she’s wheeling to a room behind the kitchen. It’s open, and it’s clearly the laundry room.
She squeaks and doesn’t answer.
Oh hell. My bed. It was stripped clean. Because those are my sheets.
The girl’s blushing, and it hits me. She might have been up there, cleaning my room, taking my sheets when we were fucking.
Shit, she’s not only heard everything, me screaming like a banshee in the throes of orgasm, but probably got an eyeful.
Now heat engulfs me. I pat my pocket to make sure I have my keys. And I mutter to Angus. “Yes, Angus, we’re going for a run, and then I’m taking you back here before I go to work. For the next twelve hours.”
And then, I press the elevator button, and rush in the moment it opens, the seconds it takes to close are hours long.
Crap.
Chapter Fourteen
NOAH
It’s probablythe fifth time I’ve read over the document Felicity handed me about Adler Industries and our takeover. I have to make those extra final touches. It’s been a long fucking day.
I got in at nine after that interesting morning in bed, on the bed, scaring the living daylights out of Maria, who does the laundry. She’s Alonso’s cousin, and I like supporting their little business enterprise. Mainly because every one of them doesn’t gossip, and they do exceptional work.
Mark sent me daggers, but I just passed along the fact my morning breakfast meeting with Jonathan Meiers went well. And it did. I just didn’t divulge the fact it was a coffee meeting because that deal’s in the bag, and we were both busy. Whatever, Mark can go fuck a tree or something.
But now, I’m sitting here, not reading the document and smelling the spot on my left sleeve, near my cufflink, that if you smell hard, Aria’s delectable scent is cock-hardeningly clear.
I must have just brushed her cunt picking her up, or deliberately when I touched her.
Who really cares? Not me. I like moving my wrist and catching her scent.
But I’ll admit it’s distracting, and if I get caught off guard, a tiny whiff sends me crazy, drowning in cascading memories.
Thank fuck this is a purely physical thing. I don’t know. Maybe I’m turning a new leaf, growing up. I’m almost thirty, after all. Or maybe it’s the fact there’s insane attraction, and it happens, but this time I have to keep seeing her. And she’s fucking smart, weird, sweet, and funny. There are layers.
