Page 118 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Trace hovering above me. He grinned like a little boy. “I knew kissing you would do the trick, just like Cinderella.”

“You’re thinking of Sleeping Beauty,” I yawned, covering my open mouth with a hand.

“Whatever,” he rolled off of me.

“Are you always this…chipper in the mornings?” I groaned.

“No,” he smiled wickedly, “I’m usually horny.”

I tossed a pillow at his face. He caught it and tucked it behind his back.

“It’s not that I’m not horny this morning,” he continued much to my dismay, “I just figured you wouldn’t appreciate waking up with me between your legs.”

I moaned, and it wasn’t in irritation. His words had sent tingles of pleasure straight through me.

Damn him.

He licked his lips and leaned closer. “Based on that little moan of pleasure, I’m guessing you wouldn’t have objected.”

His hand skimmed over the side of my hip, and he nuzzled my neck, kissing it tenderly. I pushed his shoulder so he ended up sprawled across the other side of the bed. He looked excited, no doubt he was thinking I was about to hop on, and take a ride. Crazy man. “Down boy,” I warned.

“Ugh, you’re mean,” he pretended to wince.

“And you’re driving me insane,” I sighed.

“Are my ploys working?” He gazed at me with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and climbed from the bed.

“I’m going to shower,” I called as I walked away.

“You can run but you can’t hide,” he sing-songed and I heard rustling as he climbed from the bed.

“Don’t even think about joining me, bud. I know what your agenda is and it’s not happening,” I snapped.

“Fine,” I heard him say before I closed the bathroom door; “I’ll just take you back to my place and handcuff you to my bed. Problem solved,” he cackled.

I washed my long hair in record time, afraid that Trace was going to pop in the bathroom any second. He was driving me insane with all his innuendos, and I was close to taking him up on it, but the thought of being in his family’s house was too awkward for me to get over. Especially, since I had only met them last night.

If he kept it up though, I would be begging him to chain me to his bed.

What had Trace turned me into?

I dressed quickly in the same outfit I wore yesterday which I had left folded neatly on the counter.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Trace was dressed, and the bed was made.

“Hungry?” He asked. “Cecilia made breakfast.”

“Starving,” I smiled graciously.

I followed him through the maze like house and into the dining room. We were the first to arrive and Cecilia was starting to bring out different dishes of food.

“Do you guys always eat your meals in here?” I asked, looking around at the grandeur dining room.

“Yeah, Gramps likes to eat in here. He says if we’re going to have a fancy dining room we might as well use it. There’s an eat-in area in the kitchen but it’s never been used.”

“Huh,” I mused quietly. “I would think there would be a lot of unused spaces in this house.”

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