Page 10 of The Himbo and the Lord

The anticipation of what Ru’s going to be like in the bedroom is killing me. It’s like lava running through my veins and reminding me of how fucking amazing it is to be alive.

I have a strong feeling that he’s going to be way less stuffy and controlled once I rile him up enough, and I can’t fucking wait. But I also got to thinking about the logistics of it all.

I’m vers all the way.

I like almost anything when pleasure is involved, and I’m not exactly shy when my dick is hard. With that in mind, I haul ass into the shower and prep myself as fast and as thoroughly as I can while I count the seconds.

At nine fifty-five I’m mostly dry, with a towel around my waist and sitting on the edge of the mattress.

It’s a bit ridiculous how intently I’m watching the sliver of light under the door of my room, but my breath actually stops when I see a shadow cast over it.

I wait for the knock to come, and don’t even bother to look at the time. I’m scared I’ll miss the knock for some stupid-ass reason.

I know I’d hear it but?—

The shadow disappears and I deflate completely.

I do look at my phone then and see it’s ten on the dot.

I look back at the door suspiciously, and the shadow comes back, then leaves, then comes back. I lose count of how many times it happens, but after five minutes I have no doubt that it’s Ru debating on when exactly to knock—and sadly maybe he’s debating whether heshould.

I stand at the thought, figuring I could just open the door and ask him directly what the fuck is going through his brain and if he’s coming in or not, but then, at ten-o-seven, the knock finally comes.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Ru

What the fuckam I doing here?

I pace the corridor outside Nate’s room, checking the room number—again.

I hate that I didn’t hesitate to come at his call, just like I did at the restaurant. One look from those green eyes and I was scampering after him.

I hate the draw he seems to have on me, but I’m still here, aren’t I?

Only once I was outside his door and about to knock did my rational brain assert itself and decide to asknowif this was a wise thing to do.

It’s probably not, but I’m thousands of miles from home, far away from my father’s influence, and I had promised myself I’d try to have some fun. I’m almost halfway through my time here and I haven’t done anything other than work and sleep all week. That kiss with Nate earlier is the only bit of action I’ve seen so far.

That kiss.

That’s the reason I’m here now, because that kiss was nowhere near enough. I stop wearing a track on the carpet and knock on the door. Even with the decision made, I’m still annoyed that he managed to get me here so easily.

My annoyance ramps up a notch when I’m greeted by Nate wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. The brazen confidence that he knew I’d come, and the fact that he’s practically naked irks me. Then he starts laughing, flashing his perfect teeth. Damn him.

“What?” I snap irritably, though it’s myself I’m more cross with.

He just smirks and steps back, waving his hand in a flourish. As he moves his abs ripple, and I watch them disappearing below that towel. He really is fucking fit, and now that I’m here, I can’t wait to run my hands over those muscles.

I walk past him into the room and he closes the door behind me. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No.” I almost snap again, and I spin round to face him, mostly to take another look at that body. I trail my eyes down his chest, over his six pack to where the towel is tenting alluringly. He whips it off and throws it over the back of a chair. I feast my eyes on his impressive dick.

“Do you actually want to be here?”

“Huh?” I drag my eyes back up to see him regarding me, and the smirk is gone this time. “What?”

“I said, do you want to be here?” he repeats, exasperation showing through. How can he expect me to be listening? He goes all full frontal on me, and now he wants a conversation?

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