“You’re very confident for someone asking a favor.”
“Not a favor,” I say, stepping closer until our bodies nearly touch.“An opportunity.”
Her lips twitch.
“For who?”
“For the two of us, Love.”
For a moment she just studies me, that spark of mischief dancing in her eyes.
Then she reaches past me and pushes the bathroom door shut with a quiet click.
“Well,” she says softly, “I suppose I should make sure my patient doesn’t suffer.”
Christ.
If she keeps looking at me like that, I’m not sure I’ll make it out of here alive.
But honestly?Don’t care.
Chapter22
Chiara
I can’t get enoughof this man.
The way he treats me.
The way he talks to me.
The way he looks at me like I’m the most fascinating thing in any room we walk into.
It’s addictive.
And when he playfully suggests I give him somehands on treatmentin the shower after that match?
Oh.
Yeah.
I am very here for that.
I strip out of my clothes quickly, tossing them onto the counter before stepping beneath the warm spray of water.
The heat is instant, washing away the sweat and tension from the game.
For a moment I just stand there letting it run over my shoulders.
Then I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Well?”I ask, lifting a brow.“Are you coming?”
His gaze drags slowly down my body, and something dark and amused flickers in those brilliant blue eyes.
“Not yet,” he says roughly.“But I hope to be.”
I snort.
