His for the Week by Gaines Alice

Author:Gaines, Alice [Gaines, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Scorched; erotica; erotic; erotic romance, erom, hidden identity, fake relationship, sex resort, opposites attract, forced proximity
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

When daylight slipped in through the crack between the drapes, Nate opened his eyes and, of course, found the bed next to him empty. The shower was running.

He glanced at the clock. Only a little after six. With the long days, sunup came a bit after five thirty. Désirée had to get up stupid early to get in there before he awoke. And they were supposed to be on vacation.

Time to put Operation Devious into action.

After their conversation the day before, he’d decided enough with the bullshit. He’d told her about his divorce—something he scarcely allowed himself to think about. He’d bared his psyche to her, more or less, and she was still hiding. After she’d fallen asleep and the scientists had killed the monster, the simplest plan to get her to expose her true self hit him. So obvious, he should have thought of it as soon as they’d arrived. But he’d come up with it now, and he’d act.

He threw back the covers and got up. His morning wood had already grown into a full-on erection even after the sex in the middle of the night. He pushed his pajama bottoms down over it, making himself naked and ready for maneuvers. All he needed was a condom, so he grabbed one out of the side table drawer and went to the bathroom door.

When he opened it, steam hit him in the face, and the gleaming fixtures were surrounded by fog. He let himself in and closed the door quietly behind him. Then he tiptoed toward the glass shower stall.

She was facing away from him, arching her body under the spray. In this make-believe world of swirling mist, she might have been a water nymph. Only she’d be a Botticelli, not a stick figure from a fashion magazine. What an ass and thighs. She probably thought she was overweight.

Water nymphs lured men to their doom, didn’t they? Mythology. She wouldn’t do anything like that, but she’d probably be pretty pissed when she discovered he’d snuck in on her shower. He’d have to make it up to her with an orgasm. Or two. Or three.

He had to stop himself from whistling as he opened the stall door and joined her.

She shrieked and spun around to face him. He must have scared the daylights out of her.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.

“What are you doing?” Her voice hadn’t gone down a lot in volume.

“Taking a shower with my lover,” he said. “It’s the environmentally conscious thing to do.”

“Get out.”

Okay, he’d expected a negative reaction but not quite this strenuous. “Calm down. It’s not that big a deal.”

“You’re not supposed to see me.”

“I see you all the time. I fuck you all the time.”

“It’s not the same.”

“All right, Désirée.” Good Lord, why was this so hard. “Is that your real name?”

“It is.”

No progress there. “This is ridiculous. We’ve been having sex for days. It’s time I saw you the way you really are under that coat of paint.”

“You don’t want to.

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