Though, why it would irritate him, I wasn’t sure.
It wasn’t like the overlord was jealous.
My brows puckered. “Actually,whydid it irritate you?”
Splashes in the shower. After a second, he finally responded, “This is why I don’t let women in my room. I can’t even enjoy a peaceful wash without being pestered.”
I rolled my eyes. “This is my room.”
“Same concept.”
More splashing. More water hitting the tile.
“Answer my question.” And since he was an overlord, I added a little respect. “Please.”
His sigh was profound. “Can we not stray to this topic tonight? I doubt either of us would handle it well.”
I snorted and rubbed my forehead again.
Could I handle anything else right now?
Probably…not.
I lifted my eyes skyward. “You’re right. I’ve got my hands full, and you’ve got your hands full too.”
He grunted in agreement. But he did add eventually—his tone gentle and teaching, “Gwen, business is business. We do what we have to do—no matter what. You know that.”
I nodded slowly, hearing the water shut off. I responded just as softly, picking at the doorjamb with a fingernail, “Agreed. Our people are all.”
I walked into my bedroom and grabbed clothes off the bed that I had thrown there without a care, folding them meticulously while he finished in the bathroom. I was pretty sure I heard him brushing his teeth—and only my toothbrush was in there. I rolled my eyes and pulled the comforter and top sheet down on the bed, fluffing each pillow hard as he entered the bedroom behind me.
He walked around to the other side of the bed. Thankfully, he was still wearing a white towel around his waist. He pulled the cover down further on his side…
I slapped my right hand over my eyes. “Goddammit! Couldn’t you have waited until you were in bed to remove the towel?”
A naked overlord was just too much right now.
He snickered, his evil smirk clear in his humor. The bed creaked as he got in. It sounded like he freaking bounced a few times as he got comfortable. “I’m sorry. Did that bother you?”
I turned my back on him, lowered my hand from my eyes, and marched to the light switch. I grumbled with bite, “You are a jackass.”
More confident laughter until he hissed softly, “What? Two dicks in one night are too much for your innocent eyes?”
I flicked the light off and closed my bedroom door, only the light from the living room beyond shining around the cracks in the doorframe illuminating the room—even if I could see just fine in the dark. I slid into bed, curling the blanket around my body—ignoring how he hadn’t even covered his delicious naked body with the blanket yet—grumbling, “That was a low blow,my lord.”
“No lower than yours earlier.”
I closed my eyes. “Fine.”
Neither one of us seemed to know what to do with each other. Passion and duty were warring with one another, battling it out without our permission, making confusion the emotion of the hour, smacking us in the face when we least expected it.
A good fifteen minutes later, he murmured in the quiet dark, “What Lord Cato said, about not involving your heart, it’s true.”
I didn’t pretend to be asleep yet, but I did keep my eyes shut. “I know.”
He hummed in thought, his tone quiet and intrigued. “Then what is it about the Original that has your panties in a bunch?”
I punched my pillow a few times, fluffing it again. “I’d rather not talk about that.”
