“Where are you going?”
“I’m getting whiplash from your personality changes. I’d rather wait for the food in my room than spend another second with you.”
Ronan’s eyes darken, but he makes no attempt to stop me, although I can feel his eyes following me as I leave the kitchen and head back upstairs to my room, my heart hammering so hard that it feels as if it’s going to explode.
I close the door behind me and walk straight into the private bathroom.
It’s enormous, with slate tiles and gold fixtures, and a freestanding tub, which would easily fit multiple people.
I blink away the intrusive thought of Ronan in the bath with me, pulling me against his muscular chest as his hands make their way over my stomach before dipping between my thighs?—
“Get a grip,” I hiss to myself as I turn on the taps and pour in some lavender-scented bubble bath.
The room soon starts to fill with steam and the scent of the lavender, which seems to do the trick of calming my mind as I slide into the tub.
My muscles relax in the heat, and I let out a sigh as my eyes flutter closed and my brain quietens.
Until the door flies open.
I shriek as my eyes spring wide, and I jerk upright, sloshing water over the edge of the bath at the sight of Ronan standing in the doorway with an amused expression on his face.
“What the hell!” I hastily try to cover my breasts with my arms.
Ronan folds his arms and leans against the doorframe,looking completely unbothered, although I don’t miss the way his eyes roam over me.
“Your little present is waterproof, in case you were wondering.” His lips twitch.
My cheeks burn at the suggestion. “Get the hell out!”
He tilts his head, his eyes once again roaming over my body.
The bubbles hide a lot from view, but my bare legs and back seem to be enough to keep his interest.
“Relax. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Get. Out.”
He makes no attempt to move.
I could get up and leave, but that would involve exposing my naked body to him once more and look how well that ended for me last time. And from the smirk on his face he knows it too.
“Your dinner is downstairs.”
“Do you need me to eat with you, is that it? Are you incapable of being alone with your thoughts?”
“No. But my dinner is right here.” His eyes linger on my shoulders and then on my knees, which poke out above the bubbles.
Then slowly his gaze meets mine, and my breath catches as I spy a wicked gleam.
“Next time you forget to lock the door… I’m joining you.” With that, he turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.
I let out a shaky exhale as I untangle my arms from around my chest and slide deeper beneath the water, undeniably turned on by the thought of Ronan stripping out of his clothes and climbing into the bath with me.
This marriage is going to kill me.
Or I’m going to kill Ronan.
At this point, I’m not sure which one will come first.
