Page 12 of Pervade London
He leaped to his feet when he saw me. “Hey, Emily.”
I nudged the door open farther. “How did you sleep?”
“Great. You?”
“Fine.”
My gaze slid from his sculpted broad shoulders to his six-pack abs and down to that impressive bulge in his boxers. My tongue moistened my lower lip. “I’ll put the kettle on.” Blushing, I pivoted and hurried into the kitchen, hoping he’d not noticed me ogling his gorgeousness.
Fifteen minutes later, I left a mug of tea and a fresh egg sandwich for him on a china plate in the center of the kitchen island and returned to my room with my own favorite mug in hand.
I leaped into the shower and raised my face to the rush of hot water to try to forget the memory of seeing him half-naked downstairs.
I’d taken such a risk having a stranger here, but I was kind of lonely. Harold was a generation older and we had little in common other than our love of this place. Hanging out with someone closer to my age had brought the company I’d desperately needed.
Maybe, just maybe, we could be friends. Especially if his homelessness was only temporary. These thoughts filled me with hope as I pulled on my jeans and a blouse and then dragged a brush through my hair.
There was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in.” I faced Xander as he entered.
“Hey, thank you for breakfast. You didn’t need to do that.”
“I don’t want you leaving hungry.”
He looked surprised at that. “I took a look at your TV. One of the cables was disconnected so I fixed it.”
“Was that all, seriously?”
“Seriously. I’ll put a new battery in the remote and I’ll be on my way.”
“In there.” I pointed to my chest of drawers.
Turning to face the mirror, I checked to make sure my hair was not too unruly. When I turned back, Xander was holding my vibrator.
Oh, God.
“I’m assuming this is yours?” He smiled as he said it.
“The other drawer.”
“Ah.”
My face was on fire.
He turned it in his hand. “If it’s made in China, there’s a chance they put a listening device in it.”
“Fuck off.” I had to laugh.
He bit his lip suggestively. “I’ll put it back.”
“I don’t use it.” The words came out before I could stop myself.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn’t.” I lifted a shoulder. “I mean, I prefer to use it on my clit.”
I wasn’t scared of my sexuality, even if my flushed face contradicted this. Under different circumstances I would have led him over to my bed and explored his well-toned body. And then done more to him…so much more.
