Page 38 of Born a Billionaire

She shook her head in confusion. “That’s … no, I haven’t sleepwalked since I was a kid.”

“Well, I’ve witnessed it every night. You are most definitely sleepwalking.”

“Every night? Since when?”

“Since the first night I stayed with you.”

“What? Are you serious?”

He nodded.

Adelia dropped the pillow and walked over to the window seat, curling up on it with her legs tucked under her. Her eyes drifted to look outside. She appeared deep in thought, and he waited for her to speak when she was ready.

“I used to sleepwalk, but it’s been a lifetime ago. I saw a therapist, and it went away. I thought it was just a childhood thing.” She finally looked over at him with apology in her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t do anything embarrassing, did I?”

“Not really.” How could he tell her about last night?

She quirked her brow. “Okay, you have to tell me now.”

“The first night, you came out of your room with a blanket, stood by the window in a blank stare, then you put the blanket on the table and used it as your pillow.”

She laughed. “Not too crazy.” Her forehead scrunched up. “Did I walk back to my room then?”

“I carried you.”

Her mouth fell open. “You carried me?” Her hands covered her face, her words muffled. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m here to take care of you. Even if it means carrying you to your room.”

“Please tell me that’s all I’ve done.”

“The first night we were here, you went downstairs and outside and laid down on the porch swing.”

Her eyes widened like saucers. “No.”

“I found you before anyone else did.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s all good.”

She glanced toward the doorway. “So, I kicked you out of your bed last night then?”

He couldn’t control the heat that colored his cheeks. “Uh, yeah.”

Her eyes narrowed as she met his. “What? Just tell me.”

“Let’s just say, you were in the mood to cuddle.”

Her cheeks turned beet red, and she covered her face again. “Nooo.” She pulled her legs tighter against herself and looked at him. “Oliver, I am so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, throwing myself at you like that. Especially after walking in on you yesterday in the bathroom. I feel too embarrassed to know what to say right now.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know you were doing it.” He shrugged to let her know it was no big deal. “And it wasn’t uncomfortable at all.” He shouldn’t have said that but it slipped before he thought about his words, and so did the wink he gave her.

A hint of a smile crossed her face.

“I’ll get out of here so you can get ready,” he told her.

She nodded, and he stopped to make the bed first.

He glanced over and noticed her gaze had slid down and was fixed on his backside, and he turned back to the bed before he gave away that he’d seen her. He didn’t want her to feel any more embarrassed than she already did, but he smiled to himself, knowing she was checking him out.

“Do you want pancakes?” he asked when he finished the bed.

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