Page 71 of Pride & Precedents

"Thanks. I had a decorator come in, so I can hardly take the credit. My brothers tease me, saying it's nothing like the city, but that's what I love about it." He strides to a walk-in closet I didn't even see when I came in and comes out with an oversized t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.

"These should fit you, but let me know if they don't and I'll find something else. The bathroom's in there." He points to the right before heading back into the closet.

The bathroom is just as outrageous as the rest of the house. First off, it's bigger than my college dorm. There's a jacuzzi tubwith jets. The rain head shower has marble tiles on three sides. Hell, even the double vanity is marble. Weird or not, this house is definitely making my lady parts tingle.

I should maybe shower—I definitely sweat through my shirt during the exam—but I'm just too exhausted. Henry's shirt stretches tightly across my sizable breasts, but it'll be fine for a nap. The shorts, however, are another story. They barely make it halfway up my thighs. I leave them in a heap with my other clothes by the toilet (which has a fuckin' bidet!) and look at myself in the mirror. My curves are curvin' right now!

I'm sure Henry won't mind me sleeping bottomless. I peek through the door at the bed and sigh. It sucks I'm too tired to jump his bones right now. Between the ride, the food, and the resort-level accommodations, he's definitely earned it.

I come back into the room to find Henry getting into the bed in just his boxers.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Henry pats the spot on the bed next to him.

"What does it look like? I'm taking a nap."

"I thoughtIwas taking a nap. You know.Alone." He pats the spot again.

"Nope," he says, popping the P. "We're taking a naptogetherbecause I haven't had a good night's sleep since you left." I wobble on my knees before righting myself against the mattress.That's major.

He pats the bed again and I finally get in. When he rolls over and wraps his arms around me, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Like we've always been big spoon and little spoon.

I instinctively arch my back into the hardness behind me, and he squeezes a boob in retaliation.

"Hey! No hanky panky! Sleep first."

I giggle through a pout, snuggle deeper against his chest, and immediately fall asleep.

Chapter thirty

Camila

It's pitch black in here. I literally cannot see my hand in front of my face. I feel around for Henry…No Henry. OK, so, how the hell do I even find the light switch?

I fumble around in the sheets again and my hand brushes against something small and plastic. A remote. It feels like there are only two buttons, so it can't be for the TV. I press one and nothing happens. When I press the second one, thick curtains reveal the late afternoon sun as it cascades off the pool. Thepool! That's it. I hope Henry and I can work things out because I'm moving in.

I take care of my bathroom needs and decide to look for Henry. To be honest, I just want to snoop through his house.

The hallway bathroom is just as luxurious as the master, minus the jacuzzi, and the study is something out of Bond film. Before I can peek into the guest room, I hear music coming from downstairs and follow it on tip toes.

Around the corner from a chef's kitchen, and past the game room, I find the source of the music: a gym. Not just any gym.Afully equippedgym with machines I don't even recognize. A professional athlete would kill for this gym. Henry's currently doing pull-ups…shirtless…glistening.Dios mío!

He catches my reflection in the mirror and gives me a smile so hot, I definitely need a shower now. I might need a moment alone with those jets in his jacuzzi tub.

He lets himself slowly drop, grinning when my eyes trace the movement. Like a predator, he prowls up to me and kisses me hard on the lips.Thank God I brushed my teeth!

"Hey, sleepyhead. I was starting to wonder whether I should call a doctor." I roll my eyes.

"What time is it?"

"Just after five. You slept almost twenty-four hours."

"Itfeelslike it. I'm rested for the first time in like a year." He weaves my fingers between his and leads us back toward the stairs.

"Good."

His voice is deeper than I've ever heard it, and with each step, his eyes burn into mine. I almost trip over the rug in the hallway.

"How long didyousleep?" I ask, struggling to maintain my self-control as he studies me so intensely. Yesterday, he said he couldn't sleep without me, but that had to be an exaggeration. That kind of thing only happens in love songs.

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