The water’s on in the bathroom, which means Devlin must’ve gotten up and decided to usemy bathroom.Pretty sure we need some ground rules here about who gets to use whose toilet.
The water turns off; the door opens. I open my mouth to say good morning, but then Devlin walks out, completely naked, his pecs popping, his abs looking like a stone wall, his cock looking all…glorious.
I clamp my eyes shut and yell, “What are you doing? Why are you naked?”
There is literally not one smidgen of regret in his voice as he replies, “I always sleep naked.”
“Why are you sleeping naked now? While I’m here?”
“It helps me solve problems when I sleep.”
“What kind of problems—never mind. I don’t want to know. Can you…just put on clothes?”
“I don’t know…can I?” he says, making a completely inappropriate grammar joke.
“I’m going to kill you. This is not the time for an English lesson. Just do it!”
“As you wish.” A moment later he says, “There, you can look.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise,” he murmurs.
I open my eyes, and he’s standing in his pants. He rubs his hands together and winks. “Hurry up and get ready. Hands willhave breakfast for us, and after that, you’ve got some wooing to do.”
11
DEVLIN
I’ve lost my mind. That must be it. There’s no other reason why I would’ve asked Blair to essentially live with me.
Oh gods, the way she smells.Like honey and rain. It’s all over me. I don’t know how she managed to make her room smell like her in one night or how that scent jumped from her to me, but it did.
I don’t want to wash it off. But I must.
Hands didn’t have breakfast ready, can’t tell you how disappointed I am at that. I really wanted to see Blair with her hair all messy à la Julia Roberts eating a crepe (or was it a pancake?) inPretty Woman.But since my messy hair fantasies went up in smoke thanks to a set of hands that I should look into replacing, I came to my room to clean up and think a lot about Blair—about how pouty and sensuous her lips are. They puffed out when I told her that she needed to stay with me, and I just wanted to nibble them before I slowly made my way down her neck to her breasts and then between her legs.
I’m giving myself a boner. Best to stop thinking about her, but that’s impossible.
How am I supposed to endure the days or weeks it takes for her to have the vision?
I’ll just have to close my eyes when I talk to her, I guess. Or better yet, I’ll wear nose plugs.
The more I remember that this is a business transaction and nothing more, the better off I’ll be. Blair wants to marry Storm Grayson and shedeservesto marry someone else, someone who can take care of her, ’cause gods know that I can’t.
I regrettably take a shower. The whole time my mind wanders to what it would feel like to trace my finger over her collarbone, what she would taste like if I nibbled her flesh in that spot and how wonderful it would be to hear her gasp my name.
I am lost.
I’m so lost. Somehow, someway I’ve got to get my head screwed on straight.
A knock comes from the door. “Come in.”
The door creaks open and Hands waddles in. He shuts the door and stops, both hands facing me.
“What?”
He signs,What are you doing?
