Chapter 370

She stuck out her tongue in a ridiculously childish gesture at his back, and curiously, it actually did make her feel a little better. She followed her autocratic husband into the villa.

Calix sat sprawled in a chair in the hall waiting for Cassia to come downstairs that evening. His body had a satisfyingly tired ache. After their little exchange, he’d gone back to the pool and swum lengths to try and forget the fact that he wanted Cassia more than he’d ever wanted another woman. And that he was very much afraid that he’d be the one to go through the door first. The fact that she could arouse him to the point that he couldn’t even control his impulses made him seethe.

She appeared at the top of the stairs at that moment and the mere sight of her made a complete waste of his punishing physical exertion in the pool. As if he’d just received an injection of pure adrenalin, Calix shot to his feet. What killed him about watching her come down the stairs was that she wasn’t even dressed to