With a throaty laugh, he undid the buttons of her shirt, inching up the fabric over her thighs. “I’m going to grind down your resistance. I’m not going to give you a moment’s peace. Not one day off from pleasure until you agree to consider my proposal.”
Thea’s tummy knotted. The idea sounded heavenly, and the minute he grasped her knees and nudged her thighs apart, Thea was happy to be broken. Smashed to pieces again and again.
Felix settled in between her legs, his green eyes smouldering hot.
“We can’t! What if someone sees us?”
“Who’s going to see us? Unless anyone here owns a jet pack or Superman is real, we’re up here all alone.”
Thea didn’t like to point out the phantom kitchen tidier could still be lurking. Or that the thought of Henry Cavill in a cape, floating up to the balcony, had appeal.
She bit her lip, all protests at his earlier suggestions long forgotten. Maybe she could visit him a little more often.
Felix brushed over her nipples with cold fingertips, leaving them hardened and needy. “I want to make this all about you,” he said, his voice low and thick, and as the searing light of sunrise crept up over the city, Felix tipped her hips towards him and took her into his mouth.
35
THEA
In a post-sex haze, Thea curled up on the white couch of Felix’s sitting room, trying to get some sleep. True to his word, he’d made the morning all about her. After three Earth-shattering orgasms, thanks to his talented tongue, he’d taken her back upstairs for a slow, sensual massage, followed by some hot and fast sex.
He’d run her a bath and sponged her gently while listening to her tales of the animals and the saga of how Josh and Kitty got together. After that, he’d found her a less creased shirt to wear from his torture wardrobe. He’d even dialled three for Max. The silent chef made Thea an amazing coffee and produced a plate of sugary doughnuts. Felix’s opulent lifestyle had its advantages.
He was in the shower upstairs now. Thea resisted the urge to join him. He probably needed to get some work done that didn’t involve making her moan.
She shut her eyes and snuggled into the cushions, but an electronic beep interrupted her. Thea peeled open just one eye. Felix’s sleek, black phone lay on the coffee table. It was in every way different from hers. His was plain and pristine. Pinkunicorns adorned her phone’s case, and she’d shattered the screen long ago.
Her fingers burned to pick it up, but she wouldn’t invade his privacy. Within a minute, his phone pinged again. And then again. This time, Thea opened both eyes and scowled. Whoever wanted to reach him was persistent, leaving only three options.
It could be Gemma to say that something had gone wrong at the party after Felix bailed early to undress his new plaything. It could be his nanny trying to contact him because Lucas accidentally cut his hair into a mohawk. Or it could be Felix’s ex. She had a particular habit of rapid-fire texting.
A low burn sat in Thea’s gut. She sat up and reached for Felix’s phone. She didn’t know his passcode, but when she pressed the home button, the texter’s name appeared in a neat stack. Her heart skipped.
Adrienne.
The low burn in Thea’s gut raged like a fiery flare. Felix’s ex must know Thea was there this weekend. He’d said last night that she and Ginny were best friends and, based on the phone call in the spa corridor, Ginny had let the cat out of the bag.
The phone buzzed in her hand again, but this time, it was a call. If she ignored it, Adrienne might give up. Think they’d gone for breakfast. But the ringing didn’t stop. Thea clamped her teeth together. She couldn’t bear the rhythmic drone in her hand. She’d have to reject the call and turn Felix’s phone off.
She moved her thumb to press the red reject button, but with the trembling in her hand, she pressed the “answer call” icon instead.
“Shit!” squeaked Thea, staring at the phone’s screen as it lay in her palm.
A distant, tinny voice said, “Hello? Darling?” Thea bit down on the urge to reply. “Is that you Felix? Who is this?”
If her fingers struggled to close the call down before, shehad no issues doing it now. She pressed the red disconnect button and threw Felix’s phone down on the couch like it was radioactive.
Thea’s whole body was on full alert now. Every sense heightened. The steady thrum of water from upstairs told her that he was still in the shower. Would he be mad that she’d picked up his call? Even if it was by accident? She had no business chatting with his ex-wife.
A rap on the thick cedar door of the apartment made Thea jump. Her heart rate picked up. It could be Gemma. Hard at work at 8am on a Sunday morning. It wasn’t out of the question. She worked for Felix, didn’t she?
It could be Max. He may have forgotten his key. But when the knock hammered out again, louder and more insistent, Thea’s insides knotted.
Sucking in a breath and smoothing down Felix’s white shirt, she padded over to the door. Narrowing her eyes, she peeked through the spy hole. All she could make out was dark hair. Whoever was knocking had their back to the door. Both Gemma and Max had dark hair, so there was still a chance their early morning visitor was harmless.
Thea sucked in a breath and pulled on the handle, the solid mechanism clunking under her fingers. One second and two heartbeats later, the most beautiful woman she’d seen in her entire life turned to face her in a perfect catwalk move. Her dark hair spun around her as she turned, and a thick wall of cloying perfume that followed threatened to overpower Thea.
She swallowed. Her early morning visitor was Adrienne. Even without the blacked-out teeth and beard, Thea recognised her from the magazine in her kitchen. She wasn’t naturally pretty, like Kitty. More carefully styled. And she certainly knew all about contouring and highlighting. Thea tucked a stray curl behind her ear and coughed, Adrienne’s perfume sticking to the back of her throat like glue.
