Page 21 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.” He drove through a back street until he got close to the beach. The road ended. “Your villa’s just up this sidewalk. Ready to make a run for it? I’ll go with you.”

Felicity’s throat constricted as she looked at the dark sky and the torrents of rain coming down, but she didn’t have much choice. She didn’t want to sleep in Aiden’s car. “All right.” She clutched her backpack and they both got out and ran for it.

The wind almost blew her off the sidewalk as she sprinted to the front door of her villa. The rain felt like stinging pinpricks. She was soaked before she got halfway there. Lightning lit up the sky as she unlocked the door. They tumbled inside. Aiden shut the door and a loud bang of thunder shook the villa.

Felicity took one look at Aiden and couldn’t hold in a laugh. “You look like you jumped into a swimming pool.”

He grinned at her and shook his hands, water dripping from his fingers and clothes. “So do you.”

She flipped the living room light on. “Do you want to stay a little while? Maybe the rain will let up in a bit.”

“Sure.” He walked to the fireplace. “I’ll get a fire going if you want to change.”

“Yes, thank you.” Felicity left him in the living room. She cringed when she passed by the mirror in her bedroom. She looked horrible, like a drowned rodent of unusual size. But what did it matter? The Aiden ship had sailed. She was not trying to impress him. She stripped off her clothes and dressed in a dry pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Then she tackled her hair with her comb.

When she looked decent, she exited her bedroom. Her throat closed when she looked at Aiden, sitting by the fire, his shirt off. He’d hung it by the flames, obviously so it would dry. But dang, she didn’t need to look at his bare chest right now. His chiseled, sculpted bare chest. Her gaze bounced around the room before settling on the carpet.

“You don’t happen to have a shirt that would fit me, do you?”

Felicity made a face. “If I have a shirt that will fit you, I’m dieting for the next millennium.” She backed up toward her bedroom. “But you can wear my bathrobe.”

He chuckled. “Okay.”

She ran into her bathroom and came out with the fluffy, pink robe. She tossed it at him. “Here you go.”

He made a face but slipped it on. “Better?”

She tried not to laugh but couldn’t help herself. “You look...great.”

“Shut up. I’m confident enough in my masculinity to wear a pink robe.”

“Okay.” She took a step toward her room. “Just a sec.” She ran in, grabbed her camera, quietly shut her door and snapped a picture before he realized what she was doing.

Felicity had never seen him move so fast. He was to her in half-a-second. He reached for her camera, but she held it behind her back. “Give me that,” he said while taking off the pink robe, his laugh betraying him.

She backed up, but her bedroom door stopped her retreat. “Never,” she said.

He took a step forward and braced himself against the wood, his arms trapping her to the solid barrier of her door. He leaned in closer. “You’re going to destroy that picture,” he said, his voice just a whisper, his gaze penetrating. Heat from his bare skin wrapped around her.

Her heart thumped so hard she was sure he could hear it. The smell of rain mixed with his masculine scent, and it made her head spin. She needed to get away from him before she did something stupid. “Okay.” She handed him her camera.

He didn’t move back at first, just stood there, inches from her face. His gaze traveled over her cheeks then down to her lips. Finally, he took a step back. She tried to breathe normally as he stared at her, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Thanks,” he said.

She couldn’t say anything in return.

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