The Paris Apartment by Sophia Karlson

Author:Sophia Karlson [Karlson, Sophia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

chapter 22

Get a shower. Get to work. Get some distance.

James turned his face to the beating onslaught of ice-cold water, letting it seep over his heated skin, willing his cock into submission. He was not going to jerk off at the thought of her, and leave a shower scented with his semen, only to tease her.

Fuck. How much had he wanted to tease her?

What had just happened had been too close and too wrong. Had he really lived under the illusion that he could be next to Mila and not touch her?

The night before, instead of falling asleep as he’d hoped, he’d stared at her, had taken in every one of her fine-boned features and memorized them. She was a beauty with her dark hair and long lashes that threw curved shadows over her cheeks. Her full lips had lured him to kiss her. She was a contradiction to everything that usually attracted him. She was too young, too inexperienced; he’d always preferred older blondes, who talked business, whether normal or sexual, as smoothly as he did.

Even in the art world, which he’d frequented as an investor, his acquaintances were into the money side of art and not the making of it. Yet her hands that had held a pencil and paintbrush like a magic quill had captivated him. She was talented, though he knew she didn’t believe in herself.

He showered slowly, trying to get a grip on himself—a grip, which did not involve his dick—so he could actually figure out a plan B.

Ten minutes later he hung his head over the hand basin, having washed the last of the shaving cream off his face. The situation was unbearable and the only solution was to get some distance between him and Mila.

With cold resolve, he opened the door to the bedroom only to find it empty. He listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen and closed his eyes. There was nothing more dramatic than the happy gurgle of the coffee machine. Where had she gone?

For a moment he panicked, then he forced himself to shrug the concern off. He dressed at speed in a tailored gray suit and white shirt and hooked an unfolded tie around his neck to deal with in the taxi on his way to work.

When he stepped into the kitchen, Mila was there, no longer in her nightshirt, but in shorts and a tight tank top, clearly braless as she turned to him, slightly out of breath, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks rosy.

“I’m—” He paused. She looked orgasm-flushed. He clenched his jaw, knowing he hadn’t been involved in that one. Had she gone against his specific instructions? Something stirred in him and he pursed his lips. But then… he could hardly blame her, the way he had left her earlier on, but he forced himself not to give a damn.

“I’m off to work. I have a business dinner tonight and won’t be here. I—” He conjured a grin as her gaze grew blank. “I won’t sleep here tonight, so…” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

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