Thirty seven

EVE'S POV 

Morgan let go of my face and looked away. 

"I was in the company of a friend”, he replied to my question.

"Oh", I muttered, remembering how the men in the private room had all been there with women in their arms.

 What was Morgan doing there? Had he also been there with a lover? Did he flirt with the women there?

These thought botherede, but I didn't let it show on my face.

"I'll go and take a shower", I told him, getting to my feet. 

He nodded and shifted to let me leave the sofa.

In the bathroom, I stood under the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the cascading water over my skin. 

Even though Mr Gray hadn't succeeded in touching me the way he wanted, I still found myself scrubbing my skin thoroughly. 

Somehow, I felt as if washing thoroughly would not only wash away any trace of his touch on me, but also wash away the memory of what happened.

By the time I was done, I felt a lot better. My body had also stopped trembling. 

It wasn't until I was stepping out of the shower that I realised I hadn't brought my bath robe. I bit my lip as I looked at the ones I had been wearing, I mean I not only had no intention of wearing them until she cleaned them, but they were also wet.

I had just two options, to ask Morgan to deliver my.bathrobe, or to wrap the towel around my body and sneak back into my room quickly without him catching sight of me.

 The idea of having Morgan bring me the bathrobe made me flush, so I opted for the second option.

 He was likely still in the living room and wouldn't notice me darting into my room half-naked.

Wrapping the towel around my chest, I headed towards the door. I opened the door slowly and peeked into the hallway, be was nowhere in sight.

Assured, I closed the door behind me and tiptoed towards my door. At that moment, Morgan's bedroom door opened.

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MORGAN'S POV 

I froze in my steps when the first thing my eyes landed on when I left my room was Eve's cleavage.

 I hadn't intended to, but I was much taller, and it was the first thing I noticed when I looked down at her in her short white towel.

I cleared my throat and raised my eyes to her face, fighting against the urge to drag them sensualy across her bare skin. But before I got to her face, she turned away in a hurry and headed towards her bedroom door.

EVE'S POV 

l had frozen the moment Morgan appeared from his bedroom, and it had taken me way too long to register where his eyes were focused on, my cleavage.

 Aware of his gaze, my heart had thudded behind my chest while my hand clutched my towel tightly.

Then as his eyes finally unlatched from my cleavage and started lifting to my face, my embarrassment hit me hard and I turned to run into my room. 

What horrible timing I had!

But before I could get my hand on my door's handle, two strong hands grabbed my bare arms and pulled me back.

 My body pressed against a warm, hard, male body, and my already thudding heart almost crashed through my ribcage.

As I struggled to breathe steadily, I felt him lean over me, until his lips were right beside my ear.

 "You really shouldn't dress like this”,

I swallowed hard and tired to ignore the shivers that coursed through my body when his breath brushed over my skin. 

I tried to kill the urge to relax into his hold, get closer to that warmth i could feel emanating from his body... 

"Let me go," I gasped.

 My own thoughts and reaction to him mortified me.

MORGAN'S POV 

I wanted to let her go, but damn… I shouldn't have taken her in my arms in the first place. 

Having her soft body against mine was driving me crazy, and now, all I wanted to do was kiss that beautiful column of her neck, get a feel of the soft breasts that were peeking at me from beneath her towel, and finally turn her face to me and kiss her until we were both breathless.

I tried hard to think of all the reasons I shouldn't do all that, but the problem was that in my current position, my brain wasn't doing much work. AIl the blood in my head seemed to have taken an expressway ticket to my dick, which was already excited.

It didn't help that as she struggled to escape my hold, she rubbed against me, making my situation worse.

"If you dress like this. I might not be able to save you in the future",I told her.

I actually meant saving her from myself.

"I..I forgot my robe," she sputtered. Her face was red, and the flush spread to her neck and ears.

I cussed internally as the urge to lick her naked skin came back.

“Let her go”, I whispered to myself. But when I went to relax my hold on her, i found himself running my hands down her arms. 

Her body shivered, and I wondered whether she was enjoying my touch. If she was, I wouldn't hesitate to take her in my arms, carry her into her room, and make love to her like my body ached to.

EVE'S POV 

I knew that if I didn't get away quickly, I would be in trouble. A lot of trouble. 

I could barely control the excited shiver that rocked my body when he caressed my arm. 

I couldn't show that having him this close was exciting me, which was why getting away was imperative.

Twisting, I pulled my arms from his grip, and felt relieved when I managed to get free. But while I got free, my towel dragged downwards, and I reached down quickly to pull it back up.

When I looked up again, I found that Morgan had moved to stand between me and the door to me room.

 His tongue appeared between his luscious lips as he licked them, and his eyes were heavy with lust when they finally lifted from my chest to my eyes.

He took a step towards me and I backed away.

"Do you want me to come into your room with you?" he asked.

I blinked and swallowed hard. 

"What?",

"You're driving me crazy" he told me, taking another step towards me.

 When I stepped back this time, my back hit the wall behind me. Quickly he placed one hand above me on the wall and leaned in, his body hovering over mine. 

"Let me in”,

I swallowed again, lost for words. 

Why was he suddenly asking that? Had my body betrayed me?

He leaned closer, bending his head to bring his lips close to my ears.

 "You make me so hard”,

I clasped a hand over my mouth. I hadn't expected him to be so forward. Well, he was already being forward, but did he really have to tell me that?

"We are both adults, Princess. If you want me too..",

"I don't!", I interrupted him quickly, not wanting to hear any more of his seductive words.

 And princess? What was with the sudden nickname?.

"Sure?" he asked.

"I don't make you wet?", he added.

I grind my teeth together. This conversation was going in the wrong direction at a breathtaking speed. I wasn't going to sleep with him, even if my legs clenched together when he said things like that to me. 

Despite everything that had happened, we were still a pretend couple…

A low groan passed through Morgan's lips, and his hand came up to finger my towel, his finger skimming my skin. 

"Princess...let me in”,