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She gave me a look that screamed I should try and separate her from her laptop and see what happened. But there was no way in hell I was letting her keep on working like this. She deserved a break. Some fun.
I wanted to have a little talk with her boss. I doubted the person was working right now.
I stripped in the bathroom, noticing all the lotions and bottles of… stuff on the vanity and smiled. I liked seeing her things mixed with mine. Our toothbrushes were side by side in the little holder. I picked up a little bottle. A serum, the label read. Truth serum? I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and settled into bed with the book I was only pretending to read.
To wait for Lindy. Because the only place she was sleeping tonight was beside me.
10
LINDY
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Since my blue bag was still in the bathroom, I changed into my nightie in there. The space was humid from Dex’s earlier shower. I’d heard the water turn on and imagined him naked and soaping himself up. Imagined the spray washing away all those bubbles that ran over all of his hard muscles. I didn’t get any more words down from then on, only fantasizing while waiting for him to finish up and go into his bedroom.
Then I took my turn. Brushed my teeth. Flossed. Washed my face. Moisturized. Plucked stray eyebrow hairs. Put on lip balm. Smoothed on lotion to my heels and legs.
I was finally ready to climb into bed and forget all about the house problems. Until tomorrow when they would be waiting for me. I started thinking of what I had to do as I left the bathroom.
Get the food out of the fridge and bring it here first thing. Then hopefully connect with a tree service. Answer all the messages I hadn’t gotten back to from friends and neighbors who heard what happened. It wasn’t as if it was big news, but it wasn’t too often a tree fell on a house. Word spread in Hunter Valley. I had a feeling everyone in town would drive by to check it out like it was December and it was the annual holiday lights tour.
I padded down the short hallway and opened the guest bedroom door, flipped the switch and stared. The room was empty. Not one piece of furniture. Only bare white walls and pine floors. Not even curtains on the windows.
Turning around, I crossed the hall to the other bedroom.
“There’s no furniture,” I said, stepping into the room, then my mind blanked out.
Because there Dex was, lying on the bed, propped up with a few pillows behind his back. Reading. In only a pair of very snug, black boxer briefs.
Holy shit.
Those thighs, bulging with muscle.
Then there was his abs. A six pack. No.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight. He had an eight pack.
And arm porn. The sinewy and corded muscles and bulging veins that made my ovaries pop out eggs spontaneously.
He was literally the epitome of a romance book hero. Tall, dark, handsome, muscled, those big hands and even bigger… squash.
“Oh fuck,” he murmured, which had me giving his body a break from ogling and I worked my way up to his face.
His eyes were heated. Dark. Intense. And they weren’t meeting mine. No, they raked over my body in my…
