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“Ella! I’m going to take a bath and you had better be ready to go when I get out!” she calls again.
Ella’s door opens and she sticks her head out. “I’ll be ready, Isla. I promise.”
She flicks her gaze at me, narrows her eyes, and disappears into her room once more. Isla nods to herself and heads into her room.
Once Isla’s door closes, I creep over to Ella’s door. Knocking very lightly, I turn the knob and open the door. Ella glares at me, poised with a hairbrush in her hand.
“I could’ve been naked!” she hisses.
“It wouldn’t be anything I haven’t seen before,” I quip.
The glare that Ella gives me would’ve killed me if she had the power. I hold my hands up in surrender and close the door behind me part of the way.
“It was a bad joke. I love seeing you naked.”
She turns around and goes back to brushing her long, raven hair. “I’m still mad at you. You don’t just get to come in here being sweet to me.”
Stepping closer to Ella, I catch her wrist and gently turn her around. Her expression is sullen but I very slowly tug her toward my body.
“Why are you so angry with me?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes as I slide my hand around her waist and press her against me.
“You should have told me right away that you had dirt on Wendy. But you didn’t. A sex tape leaking makes the man look like he made a bad decision. But the woman? She’s usually branded as a trashy whore.”
“Oh.” I screw up my face. “I never really thought about it that way.”
“That’s my point. You never thought about anyone other than yourself. Even though the tape affected me as much as you.”
“I’m sorry you felt that way.”
Ella raises a finger at me. “That’s not an apology. And you were dismissive about my concerns when I mentioned them last night!”
It’s hard for me not to roll my eyes. “Honestly, I haven’t worried about anyone’s tender little feelings in a long time.”
She goes rigid, moving to push me away. I catch her hands, holding her close.
“Wait, wait. You didn’t let me finish.”
Ella gives me a sour look. “I don’t have to.”
“But you should. You should let me say that I am sorry. I am. I can’t promise to be boyfriend material. Hell, I can’t even swear that I’m a good guy. But I’ll try to consider your tender little feelings in the future.”
I kiss her knuckles, locking gazes with her. She stares at me for a second. Then she softens.
“Okay,” she says.
“Yes?”
She nods. “Yeah. You’re forgiven.”
Pulling her hips against mine, I kiss her on the lips. She tastes divine, like honeyed ambrosia. I growl against her lips, cupping her ass.
“If I thought that I could be fast, I would take you right here, right now. But I’m never fast with you. I’m too damned greedy. I want to taste every part of you, make you call out my name—”
The door swings open with a creak. I tense up, thinking immediately of Isla. But when I swing around, releasing Ella guiltily, it’s only Natasha that stares at us, aghast.
I roll my eyes, my heart racing.
