Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 82

After dinner, Sarah was looking for her pajamas. Andrew was about to finish his shower and she was next.

“Strange, where are my pajamas, I clearly put them…

She clicked and clacked the combination on the luggage and buried her head in searching for her pajamas.

She was too engrossed and didn’t notice the man behind her. The water was dripping from his strong and sturdy body. The clean fragrance of a body filled the room.

The water beaded on his abdominal muscles, chest, and cheeks.

Andrew was drying his hair with a towel which was in a mess. He looked like a character straight out of a comic book.

The disorderly look suited his wild side.

His eyes were deep and empty, like a lighthouse scanning.

The scent finally got to Sarah and she sniffed and turned around.

One second, two seconds…

Time seemed to stand still.

“Ah! Andrew you…you…”

Sarah was shocked to see and her fingers opened up and covered her face in surprise.

He actually… wore a pair of boxer shorts!

It was so revealing, what if… doesn’t he have to consider her?

Clearly, there was a bathrobe, why doesn’t he wear the robe?

She covered her face with her hands but the fingers were spread and stared at his boxers for several seconds. She was paralyzed.

“Do you like them?”

The voice asked affectionately. She continued to stare and suddenly she realized that she covered her face but not her eyes!

“I… I have to shower.”

She gave up looking for her pajamas and went into the bathroom directly to avoid the awkwardness.

She only had a pair of panties in her hands and Andrew pulled her back, “Do you intend to just come out wearing only a pair of panties like me?”

Sarah didn’t want him to see it but he had already had.

Andrew asked coldly, “What’s there to be shy about? I’ve already gone in.”

Sarah, “…”

Why was this man so direct and crude!

Andrew grabbed both her hands and true enough there was only a pair of panties. He frowned, “Look for your pajamas but don’t wear the hotel’s bathrobe.”

But she was looking for them and can’t find them.

“I was just looking for my pajamas, I can’t find them.”

Andrew looked at her, took a shirt from the drawers, and threw it into her arms, “Wear this.”

A white shirt.

That night, Sarah wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. She hoped that the shirt was longer by two meters. A slight movement would expose her delicate parts.

She closed her eyes but she couldn’t calm herself down.

Because of the dream and the key character in the dream was right beside her. What if she dreamt the same dream again?

“Go and sleep in the other room, that is your room.”

“And this is another person’s room?”

“No, that’s not what I meant… my period is here.”

“What? Hinting to me?”

Sarah realized that she was a fool for talking to him about this. She grabbed onto the blanket tightly and closed her eyes.

In the middle of the night, the familiar dream happened again.

“Andrew, am I dreaming?” A soft and delicate voice asked.

“What do you think?” the low, deep, and strong voice answered.