Page 150 of Enthrall Shadows
“I’ll carry your backpack in,” he said, watching my reaction.
I thumped Henry’s arm playfully.
Laughing, and surprisingly awake, he leaped out of the car.
The chauffeur opened my door. I thanked him as I suppressed a yawn.
Henry led me into the foyer.
I covered my mouth, yawning again. “I’m sorry.”
“You slept on the plane!”
“Kept waking up.”
He studied me for a while and then relented.
“Come on.” He took my hand and had me follow him up the winding staircase.
He guided me along a marble hallway. It was fun seeing more of the house. I’d only glimpsed some of the ground floor the last time I’d visited during the garden party.
We walked into a dramatically decorated room. I saw nothing personal of his in this guest bedroom.
I pretended not to be offended. “This is pretty.”
“Not my taste. That will hopefully change soon.” He walked over to the duvet and patted it. “Better than a sleeping bag, though, right?”
“That depends,” I said seductively.
His expression showed conflicting emotions. “Everything you need is in the bathroom.”
Then it hit me—he’d brought me into the house so he could havethat talk.
Right up until I appeared too tired for one.
He was going to tell me this weekend had been an anomaly. That we’d both crumpled under the pressure of extraordinary circumstances—nothing more, nothing less. The sex had been amazing but now we were back to reality.
“We’ll talk later,” he said, walking away.
Maybe he suspected I was too tired to discuss the end of our brief affair.
He paused in the doorway, watching me.
“The room is perfect,” I said.
“Sleep well.” He gave a nod and closed the door behind him.
I stood still for a second, a victim of his formality.
Anyway, I was too tired to get back in that car and drive home. Crashing here would do fine.
Taking advantage of his bathroom, I had to stop myself from falling to my knees and worshipping the open marble shower.
I felt grateful to pull off my boots.
After stripping off my clothes, I mulled over whether to keep Henry’s boxers as a souvenir.
Cringing, I realized that I’d left wearing Reese’s pants, and someone else’s socks. I’d left my hand washed clothes back at the preserve, too.
