I see it when he winks at me. “Come with me, lilac. I’ll take care of you.”
I believe him, so I slide my palm against his and let him lead me straight to his bedroom.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Liam
My bedroom isn’t goingto make it onto the pages of any home interior design magazines.
It has the essentials. A king-size bed because I need it. The bedding is white. I like simple lines and a minimalistic look, so the only other pieces of furniture are two mismatched bedside tables.
I keep everything in the closet. It’s not large, but it’s big enough to house what I need.
I watch Athena’s expression as she takes in the room.
Sheer curtains cover the window. Light doesn’t interfere with my sleep, so I never bothered to find something to block the sunrise.
“This is nice.” She looks up at me.
I flick on the television that’s hung on the wall across from my bed. I know it’s not ideal, but sometimes I need the sounds emanating from it to lull me to sleep.
My mind races at night. The white noise coming from the TV is sometimes all I need to drift off.
Athena stays locked in place just inside the bedroom door.
I take the lead and drop my ass on the bed. “I’ll get to work on that pillow wall.”
That lures a smile to her mouth. “You don’t have to do that.”
I will if it gets her beside me.
She takes tentative steps toward the bed. Once her knees hit the mattress, she crawls on.
I watch her settle, with her back against the large wooden headboard. It was a gift from Sebastian when he sold his apartment. I grabbed it when he offered because it fits this room better than the slim design headboard I inherited with the apartment when I bought it.
Her hands skim over the skirt of the dress, adjusting it to cover her thighs.
I want to know what’s under it.
I’m dying to see her skin, her tits, and her pussy.
I suck in a breath to try and will my cock to rein it in.
The scent of her skin is driving me mad. The second she’s out the door tonight, my dick will be in my palm, pumping one out while I think about her underneath me.
“What do you want to watch?” Her voice envelops me. “What do you usually watch?”
“Whatever pops up first.” I demonstrate by choosing the first thing in my ‘recommended for you list.’ I drop the remote on the bedside table.
Her gaze leaves my face in favor of whatever the fuck is on the TV screen. I don’t have that kind of self-control, so I stare at her profile.
I’ve met pretty women before, but she’s different. The innocence in her face only adds to how alluring she is.
“You’re not watching the show,” she accuses without turning to me.
“You’re way more interesting than whatever is on there.”
That perks her brow. “You won’t know that until you look at the TV.”
