Page 49 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
“You should go to bed.”
Wide hazel eyes blink at me. “Okay. Before I go, I wanted to say thanks.” Pink blooms across her cheeks. “For calming me down. I know it was probably…weird for you.”
Climbing into your bed? Familiarizing myself with the smell of your skin? Using all of my willpower not to grind my stiff cock into your soft ass?
Sure.Weird.
“I’ve survived worse things,” I say gruffly, my hand itching to pour myself another glass.
She recoils slightly at my words. Tugs her robe close around her. “I see. If it was that unpleasant, you really didn’t need to do it.”
My gaze pinballs to hers. Is she offended? What did she expect me to say in response to her thanks?You know I’m happy to climb into your bed anytime, Mari?
I hope to fucking God that’s not the impression she’s getting from me.
“Go to bed, Martina,” I growl.
Her eyes narrow. When she stands up, the robe is tight around her chest, and I’m treated to an outline of her hard, small nipples.
I swallow down a groan. For the love of God,leave already.
Instead, she holds my gaze and mutters a, “Yes,sir.”
My cock stiffens immediately.I should throw her over a knee and teach her what happens to girls who don’t know how to obey orders.
Before I have time to analyze that wild, intrusive thought, she turns around and waltzes out of the room.
CHAPTER13
MARTINA
I wake up mad.
I’ve survived worse things.The sentence plays inside my head on repeat as I fling the duvet off me and stomp to the bathroom.
What a jerk. Did I ask him to get into my bed? No. Why did he do it if it was so disgusting for him to lie beside me?
Brushing my teeth, I look at myself in the mirror. My skin’s lost some of its usual color since I stopped spending regular time at the beach, and the highlights in my hair could use a touch-up, but I don’t look that terrible, do I? I spit out the toothpaste and sniff under my arm. I don’t even stink!
My fingers wrap around the edge of the sink. Even if I did, he could have chosen not to be so rude. I get it, Giorgio doesn’t find me attractive, but there’s no need for him to throw it in my face like that.
It’s late, and I missed breakfast, so I take my time getting dressed and then make my way to the gym.
As soon as I pass through the doors, my gaze jumps from Giorgio—he’s throwing punches on the bag—to his discarded keys. They’ve been lying in my vicinity during each of our classes, but there’s never a moment when he’s not near me. Plus, I’ve been distracted.
By him.
By his touch.
By the way his hands feel on me.
But no more. It’s time I get one up on him.
He throws his last punch and turns around. “Let’s get started.”
It quickly becomes obvious he’s decided to pretend last night never happened. He makes me do some brutal conditioning before he starts teaching me a new skill.
It’s awful.
