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My head hangs down as the water pelts my back, my mind spinning as I struggle to regulate my heartbeat.

Then, reality slaps me across the face.

I’m still hard.

My much-needed release didn’t even put a dent into the perverse thoughts still bouncing around in my head.

I doubt anything will until I have her.

If I have her.

“I’m fucked.”

I need to get my head out of my ass.

Noah asked me to watch over his little sister, not fuck her into oblivion.

Chapter 12

Keira

After what seems like twenty-four hours of blissful and uninterrupted sleep, I’m a new woman. I drink coffee to perk up, but this morning, I’m bouncing off the walls.

“Want another muffin?” Rhys lifts the basket.

I’m famished. “I’ll have another almond poppy seed one, please.”

“More coffee?”

“One cup is never enough.”

He gets up and heads to the counter.

I can’t believe my jetlagged body wasn’t even able to stay awake for dinner. After Rhys played chauffeur all day, I ditched him for a pillow and the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in. And the dreams… I dreamed I was being kissed all over by my hunk of hotness roommate. It was so vivid, I woke up wet.

Rhys is back in no time with a tray.

He drops a latte bowl in front of me.

“Thank you,” I say, impressed. “This is so French.”

“I prefer my first coffee of the day to swim in a pool ofsteamed milk, topped with a mound of froth,” Rhys says. “One cup won’t do, hence the latte bowl. Not to mention, those French are pretty smart.” He winks.

I swear that’s the sexiest wink ever.

He sits down across from me at the kitchen table and grabs a bowl of coffee and a plate containing two muffins. He’s already had a blender of healthy peach and spinach flavored smoothie. Then again, we had a rigorous workout this morning. That was exhausting.

I sat by the pool timing his laps while he did the actual workout. I did clap and cheer when he beat his previous record. That required as much energy as not ogling him in his sexy swim trunks. I admire the man’s dedication. He was at it like a champ.

While he took a shower, I took care of breakfast. Thanks to his housekeeper and personal chef who keep his fridge and freezer full, it was a matter of warming up homemade muffins, pulling out fruits, and a couple jars of overnight oats.

It’s good to be rich.

He takes a sip of coffee. “Do you remember how to ride?”

“I assume you’re not talking about a bicycle?”

He rolls his eyes.