Mr.Right novel Chapter 32

Eight hours, Four hundred and eighty minutes of traveling on air and you could say I'm exhausted down to my very bones.

It wasn't hard locating the Villa as it's quite popular despite the rural territory it's built in. Set in Saint-Aignan, Gîtes de Botplançon is a great house in a lovely rural location with an awesome garden. The house comes with tiled floors and feature a fully equipped kitchen with a microwave, a dining area, a flat screen TV and a private bathroom.

Everything's simply perfect with a lovely and warm serenity. The free WiFi and large terrace is also a bonus.

I'm staring out the window in my robe, watching two children play in the garden when my phone beeps. It's a message from Jim telling me about Jacqueline's home address after warning me not to spill the beans about his proposal. He wants it to be a surprise.

Typical.

I hear the shower stop inside the bathroom as I turn around to see Maverick stepping out in his towel hanging low on his waists.

"I hear there's a restaurant just across the street. I'm starving."

"I'd be surprised if you weren't. You barely had any food to eat on the airplane," I say.

"Isn't that because you ate them all?"

I throw his shirt at his face. "I had Bananas and coffee for a whole month thanks to someone, don't blame me if I shove anything looking like actual food down my throat if I have the chance."

"Yeah about that, you're giving me fifty sit-ups tonight. You had too much calories to eat and I think you're getting a little big over there," He points to my belly and I gasp.

"You know how sensitive I get when it comes to my body."

"You get sensitive about everything," He shrugs on the shirt and slips into his pants.

"I would not allow you treat me that way. Take that back," I walk over to him slowly in an attempt to look intimidating.

"It's funny you look cute trying to do whatever it is you're doing," I slap his arms when he chokes back a laugh and tackle him to the bed, pinning both of his hands over his head.

"Now what would you say about that?" A smug looks makes it way to my face.

"That I let you hold me down?"

"No. This," My hand snakes it's way down his belly and stops right below his belly button as he takes in shaky and ragged breaths. I proceed to go farther, tugging at the buttons of his pants.

"Ok stop, I take it back. Now as long as I'd like to continue..." Maverick looks down at my hands on the lower part of his stomach. "Whatever you were going to do, we need to leave."

"I think not," I protest.

"No seriously, I'm starving."

"Shit. Sorry," I climb off him and toss my robe in a corner in the room, revealing the shirt I have underneath and a jean that hugs my body so well and brings out a shape I never knew existed.

"On second thought, we should probably continue what we were doing," Maverick's eyes sweeps over my body.

"Oh shut up," I do an eye roll and grin, walking out the room door and feeling his heated gaze behind me. "Don't look at my ass."

His rich laughter echoes through the walls of the house as I step into the chilly night with a smile on my face.

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I have Flamiche for dinner, which is French for 'cake' and when spelled backwards is 'ittastedsogood'.