Page 139 of Pure Recklessness

‘Resting Grump Face!’ I chuckled. ‘Who got you this?’

Blake winced before his face broke into a smile.

‘Oscar, of course.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘I told him I was going to throw it in the bin, which he said proved why the T-shirt was accurate. So I kept it out of spite.’

‘I’m glad you did!’

‘There’s about fifty other T-shirts in that drawer and that’s the one you choose?’ He raised an unimpressed brow.

‘Yep!’ I dropped the towel, then pulled the T-shirt over my head.

Blake’s gaze immediately dipped to my bare breasts where they lingered before dropping between my legs.

‘You’re lucky the food’s coming in five minutes otherwise I’d bend you over right here.’

‘Promises, promises.’ I smirked.

Just as he looked like he was about to make good on his filthy suggestion, the buzzer went.

‘Saved by the bell,’ he said. ‘Let’s eat.’

‘I really needed this,’ I said as I polished off another spring roll from the Chinese takeaway Blake had ordered.

I thought he’d insist that we eat at his fancy dining table, but he’d suggested that we relax on the sofa instead.

And his sofa. Oh my God. It was like floating on a cloud.

I was nervous about spilling sweet and sour sauce on it, but Blake assured me that even if I did, it was fine.

The food was out of this world. The last time I’d ordered a takeaway, it was dripping with grease, but every dish I’d tried tonight was perfection.

‘Is Chinese your favourite takeaway?’ I asked.

‘I usually get Thai. But you said you planned to get a Chinese takeaway tonight so…’ His voice trailed off.

He’d cut me off so abruptly when he called earlier that I didn’t even realise he’d heard me say that. It was really sweet of him to remember.

‘Thanks. I’ve never tried Thai food before.’

‘No?’ His eyes widened.

‘There weren’t any Thai restaurants in our village,’ I said. ‘There weren’t many restaurants full stop. Just a pub and a fish and chip shop. We hardly ever had takeaways. Mum preferred to cook.’

‘My mum and dad were always too busy working on the business, so when we weren’t at boarding school, they hired a cook and nanny.’ Blake sighed. ‘But every Friday during the holidays, we were allowed a takeaway. It was their way of easing the guilt.’

‘I didn’t realise you went to boarding school?’

‘Yes.’ He scrubbed his jaw. ‘It enabled my parents to focus on work. They tried the full-time nanny thing with us going to school locally, but when the business really took off, it was easier for them to ship us off to boarding school.’

‘Must’ve been nice having other kids your own age around you,’ I said, thinking about how much I missed out on that.

‘I was grateful to have my brothers with me. That’s why we’re so close. The other kids could be cruel sometimes.’

‘Cruel? Like bullying?’ I frowned, taking another sip of wine.

‘When people found out about my parents’ business, we got teased a lot and the teachers made it very clear that they didn’t approve. The few friends we had were never allowed to visit during the holidays.’

‘Why?’