Chapter 187

Oh. From her tone I think she wants me to leave her alone while she dresses. “Are you okay?” I ask. Her small smile and nod confirm that she’s fine. “Good,” I mumble, and return to the bathroom to collect our glasses and the Laurent-Perrier. The sun has finally disappeared, shrouding the horizon in darkness. Downstairs in the kitchen, I switch on the lights and put the champagne in the fridge while I consider Danica. Man, she’s unexpected. She seems happier and more relaxed, but I’m not sure if it was the foot massage, the bath, the champagne, or the sex. Watching her response in the bath had been a carnal treat. When she closed her eyes and moaned as I massaged her feet, she was breathtaking, her sexuality innate. The possibilities... For fuck’s sake. I shake my head at my lascivious thoughts. I was determined to leave her alone. Determined. But when I finally surrendered to my pain and regret, she distracted and comforted me. And I succumbed...to a woman wearing SpongeBob pajamas and