Page 142 of Reign

I study his face. “Are we finally going to have sex?”

Luciano laughs.

My eyes narrow. “I’m serious.”

“I can see that.”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“Three days of being trained, and sex is all you want from me?”

“That isn’t what I said.” I roll my eyes. “It’s the part you keep deliberately avoiding.”

His gaze drifts over me, lingering long enough to warm my skin. “Your suffering has been heroic.”

He smiles. “The lesson is nudity.”

The word slips directly beneath my clothes.

I manage to keep my expression mostly neutral. “As in me being naked?”

“Unless you want me to be naked.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind.”

That, he doesn’t laugh at.

His eyes settle on my mouth. “I know.”

Heat rushes into my face. I uncap the water bottle and take another drink, mostly because it gives me something to do besides stare at him and imagine exactly how much of him this lesson might involve.

Finally.

We’re doing something that might involve removing clothes.

“I’ll bring the water,” I say, lowering the bottle, “because I know how you get.”

“Very considerate.”

“I have my moments.”

His smirk is fucking devastating. “Follow me.”

He turns and walks out of the office.

I follow at a pace that hopefully looks casual while my imagination races ahead of us, already halfway out of my dress.

The hallway to his room feels longer than it did during the house tour. Every answer from my questionnaire comes alive beneath my skin as we walk.

This better be good.

I walk in first.

His room is huge.

Tall ceilings. Dark wood. Massive windows overlooking the property. A sitting area occupies one side of the room, while the largest bed I’ve ever seen dominates the other, dressed in crisp charcoal linens and framed by a simple, elegant headboard.

At first glance, it could pass for an ordinary bed.