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I’m even more grateful for the quiet house now. Ivy’s laying on her bed wearing a crochet skirt and a baby blue bikini top that’s got nothing modest to it. She looks so fucking mouth-watering. That lasagne and salad don’t seem so filling anymore. I’d much rather feast on her.
CONRAD: Come over?
PRINCESS: What if I just feel like teasing?
CONRAD: You have exactly fifteen minutes to get that sexy ass over to my place or our little agreement is off.
PRINCESS: Is that a threat or a promise?
CONRAD: Do you want to find out?
PRINCESS: Parents? Ellie?
CONRAD: Not here. Fourteen minutes. And Ivy… don’t you dare change those clothes.
I give her a few minutes to reply before inhaling my dinner and rushing upstairs to make sure my room is clean. Thankfully, I showered after practice, but I throw on some aftershave and shove a hat on my head to control my hair.
The bell rings exactly twelve minutes later. I take the stairs two at a time, pausing in the entryway to catch my breath before hauling the door open. Ivy looks like a fucking angel with her long blonde hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders. There’s as clasp on the front of the bikini top that I hadn’t noticed before. My fingers itch to reach out and twist it open, giving me instant access to those delicious tits. Her bottom lip is caged between her teeth. She looks like she’s second guessing her decision to be standing here.
“I didn’t think you’d show up,” I admit, leaning casually against the doorframe–though there’s nothing casual about the fluttering in my stomach.
“Don’t make me regret it, Conrad.”
“Never.” I step back to let her inside.
“Nice place,” she says after I’ve closed the door and turned to face her.
“What? No comments about my mother’s bank account today?” I immediately regret saying it when Ivy flushes. “Sorry. What I should have said is: thank you.”
Ivy defensively wraps her arms around her stomach. “Maybe I should go.”
“No.” I quickly step into her space, loving the way her breath catches in her throat. I brush her hair behind her ear. “Don’t go. I’m sorry. I was an ass.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and I watch her track the movement. “Do you want a tour?”
“Sure.”
It takes everything I have not to take her hand, but something tells me she wouldn’t react well. I show her around the first floor before leading her upstairs. My bedroom sits just off the upstairs living area, and it’s there that I pause, wondering if it’s too presumptuous to take her straight into my bedroom. “Uh, do you want to watch a movie?”
“I didn’t come here to watch a movie, Conrad,” she says, quirking her brow.
“Right. Of course. So…”
“Your bedroom?”
I nod, mad at myself for acting so nervous around her. I open the door to my bedroom and take a step back, letting her go in first.
TWENTY-SIX
IVY
MY HEART IS pounding as I walk past Conrad and into his bedroom. My arm brushes his hard chest. I shouldn’t be surprised at the way my body reacts to him anymore–but I gasp anyway. Desire pools between my thighs and I force myself to keep walking instead of spinning around and throwing myself at him like a fool.
His bedroom is neat, which I didn’t expect. His bed is made, and his desk is tidy. I wander over to look at the trophies decorating the shelves. That’s when I spot the VIP passes. There’re three of them there, but I remember his conversation with Rupert about thetenhe’d asked for.
I grab one of the passes and hold it up. “You got us the tickets.”
He comes up behind me, caging me against the desk. “I did,” he whispers, lips whispering over my bare shoulder.
“Why?” My voice is barely audible.
