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Her brows knotted and she dropped the rest of her burger on the plate. She chewed her mouthful slowly, eyeing me with suspicion. “No. I hated university. All of my friends were fake. Here…” She looked down at her food. “Here, I don’t think that’s true.”
She didn’t give me a chance to respond; she jumped off the bed and got into the shower. I hated that I imagined her in there. That I didn’t even imagine fucking her in there — though the thought did cross my mind — but instead pressing our wet bodies together as I washed her hair, caressed her body and kissed her neck and comforted her.
No.I groaned and threw my head into the pillow.Nah. Nope. Nuh-uh. Nopity-nope. No way, Jose. Hell to the no. I could not get attached.
She was using me to piss off her dad.
I always thought he wanted the best for her, but… that conversation earlier. Was I really that bad a person for him to want me nowhere near his daughter? I mean, I knew I didn’t deserve her, but…
She wanted to blackmail her dad. I didn’t know the intricacies of why, but did I really need to?
And what would happen when we did? Would she vanish and leave me scrolling through her feed again?
My chest tightened at the thought.
But then, could the opposite happen? The date for my diary?
Cris loved Everly. It was clear in every word he’d said about her before and after she’d joined. She didn’t see it for what it was, but I sure did. And he was looking out for her by trying to get her to go back to her career and hundreds, thousands of miles away from me.
If we got what we wanted, if I got out of my contract, then I’d know if there was anything here. No matter how much I wanted it to never end.
I looked over the number Gio had sent me.
We could pretend to break up if I told her. But I’d seen her father hug her and kiss her on the forehead just the other day and she’d walked away from the exchange with the little, proud shoulder wiggle.
That weakened me to my knees.
If I were to tell her what her dad said… that would break her relationship and assault her self-esteem.
My need to leave was nothing compared to my need for her to be happy.
When she opened the bathroom door an inch, clouds of steam erupted from the gap, thick with the delicious floral scent she carried around. Blood rushed to my cock.
Nah, no, this was too much.
I couldn’t get hard over a smell.
But when her head popped around the corner, liquid trailing down her beautiful face, with her hair wet, I had to inhale and ask her to repeat her question.
“Can you pass me those clothes?” she asked, her dripping-wet arm reaching out to point at them.
But I was just looking at her skin like some creepy murderer. A damn cannibalistic serial killer because I wanted to eat her up.
I swallowed and scooped them up. “I can go out and you can get ready in here if you’d rather.”
The side of her petite frame was visible. The tan line of her bikini on her hip was the only bit of skin I’d never been able to see. I wanted to run my tongue from her hip bone and follow it down to—
“It’s okay,” she said cheerfully. “I need to dry my hair in here anyway.”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding.
Her eyes narrowed in amusement. “Luca, are you okay? If you don’t want to share a room, I can find a hotel somewhere—”
“No. Absolutely not.” But we would need that pillow wall she was talking about.
She nodded and got ready. I went down to the reception desk, got way more pillows than were necessary and neatly piled them along the centre of the bed.
When she emerged from the shower, her hair was dry and placed in a large bun above her head. She was wearing a tiny burgundy shift dress with a square neck that still showed her bulging cleavage.
