Curvy Attraction_A Billionaire Romance by Tara Brent

Author:Tara Brent [Brent, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tara Brent
Published: 2018-12-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9: Cuddles

Bethany woke up with a start when Tristan shifted in bed. She moved to the side and he sat up on the edge of the bed, felt around for his signature rose sunglasses, then reached for a clicker which opened his blinds. As light poured into the room, Bethany saw for the first time a tattoo that covered the majority of Tristan’s back. It seemed to be some hybrid of an angel and a devil. The demonic angel faced outward, arms ending in clawed hands and bat-like wings spread wide, legs slightly bent as if it was hovering, his face angled slightly toward the heavens, his halo jagged and ablaze, facial features beautiful. What was especially interesting about the tattoo is that it seemed to be one solid piece, for lack of a better term. That is to say, if somebody had cut out a picture of it, they could conceivably do so without lifting the scissors. The tattoo only really captured shade, as if light was hitting the angelic devil from the left, leaving one side mostly illuminated and the other side mostly in darkness. Only jet black ink was used, and all empty space was simply Tristan’s own olive skin. Despite the intricate detail, the tattoo was surprisingly minimalistic.

“Well that tattoo is certainly something else,” yawned Bethany. “Can’t imagine my parents would approve but I suppose you’ll likely meet them with your shirt on.” As she said those last words, she realized that, as the lights were on, and that she could see him, and therefore he could conceivably see her, and she most definitely did not have her shirt on, she hastily pulled the sheets up to her neck, her face as red as merlot.

Tristan looked over his shoulder. “So bashful after such a bold display last evening?”

“Right,” said Bethany, “I’m just going to slide aaaallll the way under the covers and hope the mattress swallows me alive, never to be seen again.” She ducked under the covers.

“I’m uncertain if even someone with my clout could easily explain ‘local therapist vanishes after visiting eccentric billionaire’s mansion,’” laughed Tristan. “But as your eyes are momentarily averted, excuse me while I rise.” Bethany heard Tristan get up and open his closet. She felt something soft land on top of her. “A robe,” he said. “Mine’s on too, if you’re worried. Don’t worry, I’m facing away.”

Bethany peeked out from the sheet. True to his word, Tristan faced away, cloaked in his black velvet bathrobe. The one that he had thrown her seemed to match his. It even has a rose-gold TB embroidered into the breast. “You do realize that your initials make for a particularly gnarly lung disease, right? Straight up ‘the consumption’ from Angela’s Ashes!”

“Whereas your initials are merely a child’s gun,” said Tristan smoothly.

“You know,” she said, “BB Gun would not be the worst nickname for me,” she said.

“Sounds like you’re regaining your sassy armor,” Tristan observed.

“Yeah well clothing helps,” she said.

Tristan sat back down on the bed with her.

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