Chapter 8
As warm water in the all-glass shower reinvigorated her muscles, Anna Camila’s mind kept replaying how Leohadn’tkissed her on the stairs. They were in their suite, alone, and she wanted to say yes to him—they were married, and he’d treated her with care.
But why had he stopped? The question kept her still. What had she done wrong?
Her lips tingled for a kiss that she’d been denied.
He’d kissed her before.
The shower didn’t help and just made her remember the night before their wedding, when he’d kissed her passionately in his office.
Something had changed.
She wasn’t sure what. But if she ruined her chance with Leo, she’d never be able to hold her head high.
If she didn’t leave the shower, she’d never know. Anna turned off the water and quickly dressed in light blue cotton pants and a matching t-shirt as they weren’t leaving the suite, then stepped out to the bedroom.
Leo had already stripped down to a towel and stared out the window to the balcony as dark clouds covered the ocean.
His muscular frame was burned into her retinas.
No man on the beach, in a gym, or anywhere else she’d ever been looked half as appetizing as the man she’d married.
She licked her lips and then he turned toward her, putting a cup of coffee down.
His broad shoulders were slightly bronzed from a sun that didn’t exist today, but somehow he still had a sun-kissed glow. Her heart pounded as she hoped she’d find the right words to convince him to give her another chance. “Thank you for letting me get a hot shower first.”
He strode across the floor in a way that made her knees weak.
His sensuality wasn’t fair. She ignored how her heart raced as he winked and said, “I was tempted to come in and join you.”
She sidestepped to let him go by. What fun that might have been. “Well, the shower is all yours now.”
He brushed his hand down her shoulder. “The staff will be here soon with lunch. Please direct them to set up a picnic for us.”
Right. She’d been his secretary so him giving her directions was normal. Anna nodded out of habit, but as he let her go and passed her, she called out to his backside, “A picnic, again?”
He stared at her from the bathroom door and her skin buzzed like he could see through her cotton shirt, straight to her soul. “Just let me freshen up.”
The way he looked at her caused her legs to shake and she almost fell onto the bed beside her. “I won’t stop you.”
“Wait for me.” He didn’t bother to close the door as he turned on the water.
Her skin melted, but she went to the bathroom door to close it so he could have privacy. She froze.
Inside the shower she could see his fully erect manhood. Her face heated and she looked away.
Staff would be here any minute.
Should she join him?
No. Her heart hammered as she went to look out the window.
The storm made the clouds black. She hugged her waist and then saw his phone ring on the table where he’d left his coffee mug.
The office number that used to be hers displayed on the screen. Without thinking, she picked up the phone. “Hi Pierre, it’s Anna.”
“Nice to hear your voice again, my lady.”
