Page 133 of Enthrall Shadows
A fresh-faced male volunteer approached us. “We’re grateful you’re here.”
A huff of annoyance came from Henry.
“I’m Lotte.” I held my hand out and shook his.
“Michael.” His frown deepened as he continued to stare at Henry for reassurance.
Henry’s jaw flexed. “We need to take a shower.”
“Right,” said Michael. “I’ll show you the staff quarters.”
We followed Michael across a sparse wasteland into the largest hut on the premises, and he led us down a wooden walkway. The staff bathrooms were primitive, but I’d never been so relieved to see makeshift showerheads.
Michael grimaced, apologetic. “They’re unisex.”
I showed enthusiasm. “I’m guessing everything is eco-friendly.”
“Once we’re done, we break everything down and leave a minimal ecological footprint.”
“That’s good.” I watched Henry’s reaction.
He set his rucksack down in the corner.
“How was your trip here?” asked Michael cheerfully.
“Go away.” Henry gestured for him to disappear.
I gave Michael a sympathetic glance. “This is perfect. Thank you.”
He bowed his head and left us alone.
“You could have been kinder,” I said quietly.
Henry shrugged. “He’s part of the conspiracy that got me here.”
“He’s probably just following orders.”
“Orders that pissed me off.”
“You have every right to feel that way.”
I was desperate to hear what he’d discussed with Reese—and hear her side of things. This felt like a film documentary in the making.
A multitude of questions stormed my brain, but I knew not to push him for answers.
He kicked off his boots and stripped off his clothes, dragging his shirt over his head and pulling off his pants, revealing six-pack abs. His chest looked ripped and his thighs were toned and muscular, his ass perfectly round. I stared at the impressive cock hanging between his thighs.
It was impossible to look away. Everything was on display like a statue in an art gallery—a masterpiece you wanted to touch but knew you couldn’t.
Or shouldn’t.
I struggled to hide what his incredible physique did to me. I took in the small space around us, but my gaze was unwittingly drawn back to him, my striking gladiator. I had an entirely different perspective of him standing there naked, compared to when he’d been laying down in the tent.
He stared back at me, that one sensual eyebrow lifted as though my reaction amused him. I turned away.
I guessed everyone else here just got on with it, showered with the opposite sex like they were just one friendly team.
We’d been intimate, but this felt different. Had he not pulled his hand away a few minutes ago, I wouldn’t be experiencing this feeling of distance between us.
