Chapter 46

Tyrone's dark eyes bore into Heather's, his slender fingers pinching her chin, as he suggested, "How about a bath, Ms. Sutton?"

They both knew what would happen that night, and Heather was way past being shy about it.

Nevertheless, she blushed and avoided his piercing gaze. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she whispered, "I…"

Her rumbling stomach cut her off.

"Are you hungry?" Tyrone asked.

"A little," she admitted. She hadn't eaten, and what had happened at the Lunary had ruined her appetite. But now that she had recovered from the events of the evening, she was hungry.

Tyrone said, "Let's get some food in you then."

He was surprisingly obliging. Confused by his sudden kindness, Heather asked, "I thought… I mean, are you sure you want to wait?"

Tyrone was about to make a phone call when he heard this and cast her a sidelong glance. "Do you want me that badly?"

Her face warmed. "That wasn't what I meant."

She had seen proof of his arousal, and she figured it might be hard for