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houses."
Angel let out a long lusty yawn.
"I'm putting you to sleep. I don't
normally get that reaction from people I talk to. Especially women."
"No, no. It's not you. I'm just kind of
tired. Must be the heat and the foot rub."
"Too late. You already wounded me. I'm
not charming, you hate me, and I'm boring."
"Sorry!"
Dylan couldn't help but laugh at Angel's
attempt to make a puppy face.
"Hey, I might go out and buy another
grande later."
"It's not even noon yet and you're
already thinking about coffee."
"Got to be proactive."
"You're a caffeine addict."
"All of us have our own vices. What's
yours?"
"Making love in the afternoon."
"Oh, Lord."
He realized Angel would turn red quite
easily when embarrassed, uncomfortable or self-conscious. Right now, Angel's
cheeks and all the way down to her neck turned red. The color was becoming. He wondered
if she would turn red also when excited while in the throes of passion. He bet
she would. Suddenly, the need to see if he was right poked at him. Holy shit!
This woman's sex appeal was too much. And she would be sharing the upstairs
with him. Dylan grinned. Not bad. Not at all. He always loved beautiful women.
As long as he kept his heart well-guarded, he'd be fine.
"So, you ready to see your room?"
"Millionaire Tony live upstairs, also?"
"Sorry. But no. So stop fantasizing
about sleeping with him."
Angel swatted his arm, laughing. "Quit
it. I'm not having fantasies about him. So who else live upstairs?"
"Just me. And now, you."
Chapter Six
Holy crap! She would be sharing the upstairs
with this hunk whose vocabulary was as dirty as a public toilet, who possessed arresting
good looks that were hard to ignore along with a tempting, attractive physique
she wanted to run her hands all over. Where in the world did Manfred find this
man? Surely, not while shopping at Abercrombie or Hollister. Who would have
thought a God from Olympus lived on earth pretending to be a restaurant owner.
And she shared a slice of cake with him.
There is always light at the end of the
tunnel.
She mentally noted to herself to thank
Manfred for sending her here. Later, she'd call him when she was rested.
Suppressing a yawn, Angel followed Dylan upstairs
who lifted her suitcases as if they were weightless. When she insisted that she
carry the other end of the luggage, Dylan ignored her. She was thankful though.
The way her eyes refused to stay open and her feet weighing like a hundred
pounds right now, it would take her hours before she could make it to the
second floor, which she realized took two flights of stairs to reach. She
stopped to feel the cold wooden stairs.
She wanted to just lay down on the step and
close her eyes. She hadn't been sleeping well since Willy's scandalous
television fame. No matter how tired she was, sleep eluded her because as soon
as she closed her eyes, she could see Willy's face, hear his sobbing voice
while pleading with the cops to release him. How many times had she watched the
sunrise? How many times had she stood by her window with her head against the
cold windowpane hoping for sleep to come and visit her? How many times had she
found herself staring at her clay until exhaustion finally won? Too many times
to count. Right now, an hour or so of decent sleep would be nice. The kind when
you lie down on the bed and close your eyes you could hear nothing but your own
breathing. Yeah, that would be nice. She tried to suppress another yawn, but
failed.
Dylan stopped and looked back at her. "You
can stay here. I'll come back for you."
"You mean you'll carry me?"
"Yeah. You look about a hundred pounds
to me. All I have to do is toss you over my shoulder."
"Like a sack of potatoes?"
Dylan grinned. "Like a beautiful
princess I stole from her castle so I could put her in my dungeon."
"And then do what? Have your way with
her?"
"What the fuck. What do you think of
me? A beast? I'll keep her for a ransom, that's all. But if she
Angel let out a long lusty yawn.
"I'm putting you to sleep. I don't
normally get that reaction from people I talk to. Especially women."
"No, no. It's not you. I'm just kind of
tired. Must be the heat and the foot rub."
"Too late. You already wounded me. I'm
not charming, you hate me, and I'm boring."
"Sorry!"
Dylan couldn't help but laugh at Angel's
attempt to make a puppy face.
"Hey, I might go out and buy another
grande later."
"It's not even noon yet and you're
already thinking about coffee."
"Got to be proactive."
"You're a caffeine addict."
"All of us have our own vices. What's
yours?"
"Making love in the afternoon."
"Oh, Lord."
He realized Angel would turn red quite
easily when embarrassed, uncomfortable or self-conscious. Right now, Angel's
cheeks and all the way down to her neck turned red. The color was becoming. He wondered
if she would turn red also when excited while in the throes of passion. He bet
she would. Suddenly, the need to see if he was right poked at him. Holy shit!
This woman's sex appeal was too much. And she would be sharing the upstairs
with him. Dylan grinned. Not bad. Not at all. He always loved beautiful women.
As long as he kept his heart well-guarded, he'd be fine.
"So, you ready to see your room?"
"Millionaire Tony live upstairs, also?"
"Sorry. But no. So stop fantasizing
about sleeping with him."
Angel swatted his arm, laughing. "Quit
it. I'm not having fantasies about him. So who else live upstairs?"
"Just me. And now, you."
Chapter Six
Holy crap! She would be sharing the upstairs
with this hunk whose vocabulary was as dirty as a public toilet, who possessed arresting
good looks that were hard to ignore along with a tempting, attractive physique
she wanted to run her hands all over. Where in the world did Manfred find this
man? Surely, not while shopping at Abercrombie or Hollister. Who would have
thought a God from Olympus lived on earth pretending to be a restaurant owner.
And she shared a slice of cake with him.
There is always light at the end of the
tunnel.
She mentally noted to herself to thank
Manfred for sending her here. Later, she'd call him when she was rested.
Suppressing a yawn, Angel followed Dylan upstairs
who lifted her suitcases as if they were weightless. When she insisted that she
carry the other end of the luggage, Dylan ignored her. She was thankful though.
The way her eyes refused to stay open and her feet weighing like a hundred
pounds right now, it would take her hours before she could make it to the
second floor, which she realized took two flights of stairs to reach. She
stopped to feel the cold wooden stairs.
She wanted to just lay down on the step and
close her eyes. She hadn't been sleeping well since Willy's scandalous
television fame. No matter how tired she was, sleep eluded her because as soon
as she closed her eyes, she could see Willy's face, hear his sobbing voice
while pleading with the cops to release him. How many times had she watched the
sunrise? How many times had she stood by her window with her head against the
cold windowpane hoping for sleep to come and visit her? How many times had she
found herself staring at her clay until exhaustion finally won? Too many times
to count. Right now, an hour or so of decent sleep would be nice. The kind when
you lie down on the bed and close your eyes you could hear nothing but your own
breathing. Yeah, that would be nice. She tried to suppress another yawn, but
failed.
Dylan stopped and looked back at her. "You
can stay here. I'll come back for you."
"You mean you'll carry me?"
"Yeah. You look about a hundred pounds
to me. All I have to do is toss you over my shoulder."
"Like a sack of potatoes?"
Dylan grinned. "Like a beautiful
princess I stole from her castle so I could put her in my dungeon."
"And then do what? Have your way with
her?"
"What the fuck. What do you think of
me? A beast? I'll keep her for a ransom, that's all. But if she
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