Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
It was fine.
I was an adult.
I could do this.
“Are you trying to flood the kitchen?”
I jerked out of my reverie and reached for the tap before the water overfilled the sink. “Shit.”
Theodore chuckled, putting his bowl down. “I guess not.”
“Psh,” I muttered, rolling up my sleeves so I could reach down into the water and let some of the water out. “I was thinking about something else.”
“Let me guess: your little peep show yesterday?”
My cheeks flamed, and I shoved the plug back in the hole and turned to look at him. “Listen here, you—”
“Why are you blushing so hard?” He leant in, his grey-blue eyes twinkling. “I’m the one who got peeped on. Shouldn’t I be the embarrassed party here?”
“It was a mistake!” I grabbed the cloth and stepped back, putting some distance between us. “I didn’t know you were in there.”
“How could you not know? I told you I was going up there, the shower was on, and I closed the door.”
I stilled. “You… told me?”
“Yes, while you were doing yoga. I told you I was taking a shower in the main bathroom because the one in my bathroom wasn’t heating the water properly. Someone is coming on Monday morning to look at it. You said okay.”
Ah.
So, that’s what he said.
“Um.” I turned my attention to washing the dishes. “Actually, I had no idea you said that. I had my earbuds in and was listening to music, so I didn’t hear a thing.”
“So, why did you say okay?”
“Because you were in my face while I was trying to plank, and only masochists hold a conversation while planking. I wanted you to go away.”
Theodore sighed, reaching back for the tea towel to dry the dishes as I washed them. “That explains so much. Is that why you didn’t hear the shower?”
“Well, I switched to a podcast when I was done working out, but the water was so faint I just assumed it was in your en-suite.”
“What about the closed door?”
“The door was open.” I stilled, then turned my head slightly. “Oh, you don’t use the tub, so you probably don’t know about the latch.”
He met my gaze while drying one of the bowls. “What about it?”
“It’s a bit finickity. You can’t just push the door shut; you have to give it a proper good shove. If you don’t, it pops right back open.”
“This seems like a series of extraordinary coincidences.”
“Call it what you want, but it’s all true. Go and test the door right now if you don’t believe me.” I shrugged. “And my earbuds are noise cancelling, so it’s not that weird that I couldn’t hear anything.”
“All right, fine. How you ended up there was unfortunate.” He leant sideways towards me. “But that doesn’t explain why you stood there watching me.”
I froze.
Shit.
He saw me.
“I have no idea what you mean,” I eked out, forcing myself to scrub the bowl.
“You can lie all you want, but I saw you in the mirror. You watched me, and you only left because I turned towards you.”
Shitshitshitshit.
My whole body burnt with embarrassment.
“I… I…”
“You locked yourself in your room pretty quickly after that, didn’t you?” He put down the bowl, dropping all pretence of drying it, and wrapped one arm around me. He gripped the edge of the counter, trapping me in place in front of the sink. “Do you know why I texted you I was done instead of knocking on your door?”
My heart pounded against my ribs.
“Because,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to my ear. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – CHLOE
The Point of No Return
Oh, no.
No. No. No. No. No.
He couldn’t have heard me, could he? There was no way. I covered my mouth. I’d practically suffocated myself through my orgasm.
It was impossible.
Right?
“D—disturb me?” I asked, bringing my hands out of the water. “What do you mean?”
“Mm. Tell me, Chloe. Did you enjoy the sight of me touching myself so much that you had to lock yourself in your room and do the same thing?”
Fuck.
“What were you imagining when I went back to the shower? Were you thinking that I was finishing myself off?” His deep voice sent a shiver through my body. “Did you touch yourself thinking about me?”
How was it that his words were so threatening yet so sexy at the same time?
And why the hell was I getting turned on?
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said quietly, dipping my head. “This is highly inappro—”
“If you didn’t want me to say inappropriate things, you shouldn’t have been snooping on me in the shower,” he murmured in my ear, his lips brushing my earlobe. “Do you want to know why I was doing that? It was because of you.”
I pressed my thighs together. “Me?”
“Your yoga clothes aren’t as modest as you think. I walked in there yesterday and you were bent over with your head down and your arse in the air, and your shorts were revealing a bit too much.”