Page 27 of Sold to Her Enemy

He takes the towel from me, grabs my hand, and pushes something silky into my palm.

The smell of his clean, masculine-scented body wash wafts through my nostrils, and I wonder where he showered. He’s changed into a Henley and gray sweatpants.

He leans against the door frame, and his eyes roam over me, filled with heat.

I lick my lips and lean toward him, wanting his touch.

“Put on that robe and come down to the dining room. We have to talk, Mckenna. I want you fully prepared for tomorrow.”

Before I can reply, he turns on his heel and leaves.

Fine, I can do this.

I slip on the robe, belt the sash, and, with a shaking breath, make my way down the glass stairs.

I try to calculate what time it is and give up. The house is silent. The light from the curtainless windows is soft and gray, not quite pink.

Adrian is lighting candles on the dining room table. A glass of red wine, the delicious dinner from earlier, is on a plate.

“Sit, Mckenna, eat. You need to recover from the scene.”

I warily take a couple of steps into the dining room, feeling the effects of his touch on my body.

He gestures to the chair next to him.

My ass smarts as I sit down. My skin is sensitive and burns from the plug.

“Drink,” he waves his hand at me, encouraging me, and the food in front of me smells so good.

I pick up the wineglass and sip. “Aftercare?”

Adrian shrugs. “I told you, I’m not a monster.”

The wine is tart and mellow, waking up my taste buds.

Adrian settles into the chair across from me and folds his hands in front of him. “We still have a couple of hours before sunrise, but I need to make sure you have some strength. How are you feeling?”

“A little sore.”

“Good. I want you to be sore,” he smirks, and leans forward, grasping my hand. “Are you craving my touch?”

I glance away from him, steadying the plate and picking up the heavy silver fork. I take a bite of meat, trying not to react to how much I want to eat every bite of food on the plate. I want to maintain some dignity.

“No.”

“Are you lying?” Adrian tilts his head to the side. A faint memory of Adrian as a teenager, standing in front of one of his first cars, a Bentley, and opening the door for me when he saw me come out of the school library.

“I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t want to have anything to do with you, even if my body is betraying me.”

“Are you aroused right now?”

I squirm on the chair, not being able to help it. I hate that he asked that question and how I feel compelled to answer it.

“Mckenna, I will find out. Tell me.” His ankle comes around mine in a teasing dance.

“A little, yes.” I try to keep my tone low but it came out raspy.

“Good. Keep eating.”

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