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‘So.’ His tone is conversational, his eyes downcast and fixed on his task at hand. ‘How was the rest of your weekend?’
He’s so deadpan I almost burst out laughing. This guy either has no clue or is absolutely hilarious. I genuinely can’t work out which.
I consider. ‘Anticlimactic?’
The corners of his mouth twitch.
‘Aside from my emergency shopping spree for high-necked tops, that is.’
He presses his lips together.
‘And yours?’ I ask.
‘Largely uneventful.’ He pulls the bow taut and adjusts the fabric. ‘I may have given my wrist a repetitive strain injury, though.’
My mouth drops open in shock as he fixes me with a heated look, his sky-blue gaze raking over my face. I stare at him, slack-jawed.
Charlie Vaughan spent the weekendgetting himself off and thinking of me?
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
That’s my new favourite thing he’s ever said to me.
Even better thanexquisite.
‘Have a good day, Elodie.’ He takes a step backwards. ‘And for fuck’s sake, try to stick to the lesson plans.’
I know, without having to check in a mirror, that he’s tied me the perfect bow.
CHAPTER 20
Elodie
Here’s the thing, though.
I have no idea what his game plan is.
Like, zero.
Is that it now? Am I supposed to be grateful to have had one life-changing orgasm rip through me in Charlie Vaughan’s strong arms?
Because it was. Life-changing, that is. Earth-shattering. Insert your preferred cliché here. And it wasn’t just because the manknew how to use his body parts.It was everything. Our mutual anger. The insane charge between us. The costumes. His panty-melting gorgeousness and the look in his eyes when those fingers found the inside of my body for the first time and the sound of his voice when he sucked them into his mouth before muttering to me.
Exquisite.
Holy fucking shit.
But now I have no clue what comes next. Another fumble in the back rooms of Hampton Court? An actual date?
Nothing?
I realise he hasn’t made any promises, so our little NSFW moment could have been an isolated incident.
But the insane chemistry between us didn’t spellisolated incident.
