“No, really. If you ever want a career change, you should consider narrating audiobooks.”
I pulled back to stare at her.
“I’m serious.” She leaned over to her side of the bed and retrieved her phone. She brought up her e-reader app and opened it. “Start here.” She handed me her phone.
“You want me to readThe Four Agreements.”
“Out loud, please,” she answered casually before laying her head back against my chest.
And Lord help me, I started reading. Simply because she wanted it.
CHAPTER10
Mia
“Go away,” I mumbled at the same time I flipped back over, curling into the warm sheets.
The loud noise continued, seriously disturbing the blissful dream I was in. I dreamt that Brutus was reading to me from one of my favorite books while his free hand stroked my hair.
Pounding from downstairs finally ripped me from the dream, and my eyes popped open. I blinked and looked around the bedroom. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets crumpled. I knew Brutus was out for one of his early morning runs. It was then I remembered that I hadn’t been only dreaming but it was an actual memory from the night before.
Brutus had read to me until I fell asleep after he made me see the stars with three orgasms, and then opening up about his family.
More pounding on the door startled me out of my reverie.
“Coming!” I called down. I quickly dressed in a pair of jeans, a bra, and a T-shirt that I had laying around. It was before seven in the morning. Who the hell was banging on the door this early in the morning?
“Señora Raymond?”
I nodded at the man standing before me. Behind him stood two more men, and they had a large, wooden bed frame between the two of them, along with a mattress.
“What is this?”
“We’re here to fix your bed,” the man stated. “I am Angel, the owner’s repairman,” he introduced in accented English. “May we?” He gestured toward the door.
“Yes, please.” I forgot all about the broken bed even though I’d just awakened in it.
“We won’t take very long,” Angel assured as he and the three men headed up the stairs, carrying the new bedframe.
I watched wordlessly, wondering how they’d gotten a new bed and everything so early. The thing had only broken last night. Plus, I hadn’t called anyone yet to tell the owner and arrange to have it fixed.
My thoughts trailed off when I heard the sliding glass door by the kitchen opening. I looked over to see a sweaty and shirtless Brutus coming in. My breathing hitched at the image he made. His face was slightly reddened from the exertion he’d clearly put forth, and his chest glistened from the sweat. He’d gotten a tan in the past few weeks, leaving golden skin covering his heavy muscles.
I allowed my gaze to travel down the V-cut of his hips to the gray sweat shorts he wore.
“What’s that?” His question pulled me out of my lascivious stupor.
“What’s what?”
His eyes moved skyward toward the ceiling. A few beats later noises from the bedroom sounded.
“Oh. The owner’s repair guys showed up to fix the bed. Did you—”
“They’re here?” His face took on a stormy, incredulous look. “You let them in?” He didn’t bother waiting for my answer as he barged past me. I watched as he took the stairs two at a time.
I followed, wondering what the big deal was. By the time I got to the room, the three men had all come to a complete stop, tools in hand and everything.
“Who told you to come in here?” Brutus demanded in Spanish.
