Page 49 of Unsure in Love

He grinned. “It’s okay. I don’t mind being mowed over by a beautiful woman.”

I lifted an eyebrow. I was pregnant, wearing a robe, and had bedhead, yet he called me beautiful. He was good for my confidence. “I didn’t think you were up yet.”

He laughed. “Of course, I’m up. It’s practically afternoon.”

“It’s not even seven yet.”

“I’m an early riser. I’ve been up since five.”

I took in his appearance. He wore sweatpants, sneakers, and a black T-shirt that sculpted his toned torso. His hair was damp and there was sweat on his forehead. He also had a white towel around his neck. “You wake up at that ungodly hour to exercise?”

He grinned. “Have to start the day right.”

My gaze slid over his body appreciatively. So that was why he was built like a freaking god…

“I use the gym downstairs,” he shared. “You’re welcome to join me tomorrow.”

I snorted. “Damian, this kid inside me only demands that I eat and sleep. Going to the gym is not going to happen for the next five months.”

His laughter sent another surge of lust through me. “Doesn’t matter. You look great. So, what did you find so fascinating out there?” he asked, glancing outside.

“I was checking out the pool.”

He stepped around me and headed toward the spiral staircase. “Feel free to use it anytime.”

“Thanks, but I don’t have a swimsuit. I didn’t exactly come to New York on vacation.”

He paused on the second step. “Then let’s get you a swimsuit.” He gave me a once-over hot enough to make me melt. It was like he was picturing me in one. “Preferably a very skimpy bikini,” he drawled.

I gawked at him as he marched up the stairs. I shook my head because it felt damn good seeing hunger in his eyes when he looked at me. Damian hadn’t touched me since I decided to crash at his place. Admittedly, I was worried he didn’t find me all that attractive anymore. I sighed. The man had me all out of sorts.

Still mulling over my feelings regarding Damian, I made it to the kitchen. I wondered if he’d like me to make him breakfast. That wouldn’t be too intimate, would it? I was staying at his place. The least I could do was cook for him. Or try to. My culinary skills were nothing to write home about.

I gasped when a blonde head scattered with gray popped up from behind the island. She was petite and looked to be in her early fifties.

“Good morning,” the strange woman greeted me. She smiled broadly. “I’m sorry to have startled you. You must be Cassandra.”

I studied her in her loose black slacks and button-down. “Er… Gracie?” Who but his housekeeper would be roaming his kitchen so early?

“Yes. You haven’t seen me around much because I wanted to give you a little privacy.”

“Thanks.”

Her smile grew. It was so friendly that I moved toward her as if under compulsion with my hand extended.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Such a pleasure to meet you.” She shook my hand with enthusiasm. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“You have?” I asked dubiously.

“Damian told me he’d have a gorgeous guest for a while.”

I quirked an eyebrow.

Gracie answered my unasked question. “Yes, he used the words, gorgeous guest.” She giggled. “He’s a charmer, that one.”

My lips twitched with amusement. He sure was.

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