Just One Night by Carolyn Faulkner

Author:Carolyn Faulkner [Faulkner, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2021-01-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The next morning, after making homemade waffles for her and practically hand feeding them to her, he asked, "So, how do you feel about museums?"

"I love them. What kind?"

He smiled. "An excellent question. Are there any you don't like?"

"Bugs, but even then, as long as they're not alive and likely to crawl on me, I'm okay."

"I like that you're so open about it. Well, I happen to love impressionistic painters, and I have tickets to see the Degas exhibit."

"Get out! I love him, too!!" Her excitement quickly turned into a frown, though. "But how did you get tickets? It's such a short exhibit; it's been sold out forever! I tried to get them as soon as they were available, and I couldn't."

He shrugged. "I'm very lucky about such things." It wasn't really a lie, but he knew it was uncomfortably close to one. "It opens at ten, and we need to drive into the city, so we should get dressed."

It took him half the time it took her, of course, although he looked amazing in a pair of black dress slacks and a soft, grey shirt that clung to every muscle he had, accenting the width of his shoulders as compared to his slim waist when he was done. Andrea figured he'd wait for her in his study or the living room or somewhere, but when she turned around from rummaging in her bag, he was standing there in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, one leg crossed over the other so that foot was balanced on the tip of his dress shoe, just… watching her.

"Uh, is there something I can do for you?" she asked, feeling strangely embarrassed at him staring at her like that.

"Oh, most definitely," he drawled, as much as anyone with a British accent could, never taking his eyes off of her, "but it'll have to wait until we get back."

"Oh." Andrea pinkened at that, making him chuckle.

She quickly pulled her pants up, buttoned and zipped them, then her eyes darted to the doorway again. He was still there.

"Will you stop staring at me, please?"

His brows drew together. "Does it really bother you that much?"

"Yes. It's unsettling in the extreme."

"I'm sorry. I just like looking at you any time I can." He made himself scarce, and when she was ready, which was only a few minutes later, Andrea was a bit worried that he might be angry with her.

But the moment he saw her, where he was in the kitchen, looking at his phone, his head came up and he turned that brilliant smile on her, putting his phone away in his pocket immediately and walking up to her.

"You look gorgeous," he complimented, pulling her into his arms.

"Thank you; so do you."

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