I shrug. “Wherever.” My eyes drop to the large muscle between his legs. God, he’s hung, even when soft.
“Will you concentrate?” He interrupts my thoughts.
“Oh, huh?” My guilty eyes flicker back up to his face. “I am concentrating.”
His eyes darken. “Yes, I know what you were concentrating on.”
I smile because there is no denying it. How am I supposed to carry on as normal when I have a bonafide god in my shower?
I’m in awe of his sexual prowess because, well………..he’s, just damn ridiculous.
“We will move on today,” he continues.
“Yes, you are probably right. I need to stop by and pick something up first.”
“From where?”
“A safety deposit box.”
He frowns. “What do you have in a deposit box?”
“Umm…” I hesitate. This is going to go either of two ways. He’s going to lose his shit… Or… I don’t know.
I’m thinking he’s going to lose it.
I stand and pace for a moment. “Well, you know when I was on the boat?”
“Ship,” he corrects.
I roll my eyes. “Yes, whatever.”
I pause again.
“Yes?” he snaps.
“I didn’t know I was actually going to like you.”
He looks at me deadpan and stops washing himself.
I fake a smile. “You see.”
“You were sleeping with me,” he replies flatly.
“Yes, but you had kidnapped me and I was going to come here all by myself, remember?”
His emotionless face tells me nothing. “Which… I-I would have hated, by the way.” I stammer. “Coming here alone, it’s much better with you.”
He rolls his eyes at my bad cover up. “Go on.”
“I broke into a container and stole the diamonds,” I blurt out in a rush.
A frown crosses his face.
I screw up my face as I wait for the eruption.
He stares at me blankly as he processes what I have just said and then his mouth nearly drops open.
Oh shit, here it comes. I run out into the room from the bathroom and he chases me, wet and nude.