Page 32 of The Wife Deception
He went through the same door he came through and a few minutes later came back, arms heavy with a duvet, and threw it to my side of the bed.
"Thank you," I said again as he pulled the duvet that was already there over to his side.
Nolan could be considerate if he wanted to, I thought as I unfurled the bed linen. Satisfied, I climbed into bed. Nolan was already in with an e-readerI hadn't noticed before in his hand.
"I never took you for a reader. What is that? Spy fiction? Literary. Self-help slop?" Although self-help wasn't something he needed. He was doing amazing for a man his age.
"Quarterly reports."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course. But why not read on a tablet like a normal human?"
"This is better for my eyes," he said as he brushed his finger on the screen, probably highlighting something. What a work obsessed man I had for a husband. I know there are people who took their work home, but he must be on another level. If he wasn't playing his games, he was in his office working. And I guess he took his work to sleep as well. "You must dream of pie charts and graphs," I said.
He did not respond and instead carried on with his work.I took out my phone and tried to read a book, but it was difficult to do when he was so close. His chest was so naked and induced erotic thoughts that were too embarrassing for me to even think in his presence. Here I was all hot and bothered while he was reading 'quarterly reports.' Literally minding his own business.
"Are you that obsessed with your work?" I asked after giving up the pretense of reading.
He responded without looking at me. His gaze locked in on some graph. "It's all I've ever known."
"Do you like it?"
"I'm not reading reports because I like it."
"Oh?" Interesting.
"I'm reading because I am distracted."
My pulse sped up. "D-distracted by what?"
He shut the tablet and placed it on the nightstand, then laid on his side facing me. "I've been thinking about us."
My mouth went dry. "What do you mean, us?"
"We never got to what I wanted to say during dinner." He was leaning on his palm, looking like a model in an underwear ad. Those boxer shorts were driving me crazy, wondering what's underneath them. But I couldn't look at his chest because that made me think of erotic things I wanted to do to that chest. As for his face, his piercing gaze was hard toresist, so I turned my eyes on my phone even though the words were meaningless at this point.
"I thought you said all that was to be said," I replied.
"No." his voice rumbled beside me. "I wanted to talk about our kisses."
I choked and put the phone down. "Our kisses?" His arresting gaze was difficult to pull away from.
"You feel the same way I do." His voice was low and caressing.
"Why are we rehashing this?"
"And the feeling is not going away."
"That's your issue," I said curtly. "My feelings are fine as is. I've gotten over you."
"That's not true." His gaze traveled down my body, lingering on my cleavage before moving down.
"Think whatever you want to think." I picked up my phone and feigned nonchalance as I mindlessly scrolled on my phone.
"Fine. Prove it."
I glanced to see him sitting straight, arms crossed. His bulging muscles were more pronounced now that he was half naked. I wanted to trace the lines where the biceps dipped. "P-prove what?"
"If you feel nothing for me, it should be easy for you to kiss me and not be bothered by it."
