“Then what were you doing wandering around my house at midnight?” He raises his glass a bit. “Not to mention the little detail that you’re not even supposed to be on this floor. I’m certain Oscar told you, but if he didn’t, I’ll have to have a little talk with him.”
“He told me.”
Another sip. “Good. Then explain yourself, Thea.”
“It’s just… I couldn’t sleep.” I risk a glance at him, then immediately regret it. The man is built.
I jerk my gaze away. “Why are you naked?”
“It’s my house.”
“That’s not an explanation.”
“I wasn’t under the impression that I owed you one.”
“I’m curious. Indulge me.”
“I don’t sleep well in clothes.” Another sip. “And I was hot.”
“So you sit here. In the dark. Drinking. Naked.”
“Is that a problem?”
“It’s weird.”
His mouth curves slightly, but I catch it. “You came to my study uninvited, Thea. I’d say we’re even.”
I cross my arms, acutely aware that I’m in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. “I knocked, and you invited me in.”
“It’s after midnight, and you’re on my private floor.” He sets his glass down and leans forward. “So I’ll ask again, what are you doing here?”
I don’t have a good answer, so I deflect.
“What did you say to Amanda?” I blurt. “Earlier. In Italian.”
His expression shifts and something flashes in his eyes.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, I think so. You were talking about me. I think you defended me. And I want to know what you said.”
He’s quiet for a moment, then he stands.
I take an involuntary step back.
I try not to stare, but I can’t help but look. His cock is long and thick, hanging heavily between his thighs. I lick my lips without thinking, heat spreading through my body.
“I told her,” he says slowly, stopping a few feet away, “that you are more than the help, and that she needed to leave before I made her leave.”
My breath catches.
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because she was out of line.”
“Oh.”
He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. The heat of his touch, the casual intimacy of it, makes my stomach flip. “You should go back to bed, Thea.”
