Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 491

“And you, Haskell, are getting smoother by the day,” Larissa said with a wink. “Since you came all this way, lunch is on me.”

Haskell’s smile widened. “I’d like that.”

Larissa called Paddy’s Home and ordered their signature meal for two, asking for it to be delivered as soon as possible. After hanging up, she took a small box of freeze-dried food from her bag and poured it onto a folded piece of paper on her desk. She then tapped the succulent planter on her desk.

“Lunch time.”

With that taken care of, she retrieved her acupuncture kit and sat on the sofa. “We’ll do the acupuncture first. The food should be here by the time we’re done. Then you can eat while Sage and Snowy give you a leg massage. The ultimate VIP experience.”

Haskell brought a hand to his mouth to hide a faint cough. He certainly wouldn’t describe a leg massage from two snakes as the “ultimate VIP experience.”

Shadow and Snowy, who had been napping in the planter, knew it was time to work. They slithered out and began nibbling on their meal.

Before starting, Larissa gently probed the bones in Haskell’s knee. “How does it feel? Still painful?”

Haskell shook his head. “It’s much better than before.”

“Good,” Larissa said, her gaze shifting with professional focus to his well-muscled calves. “Your leg hair seems to be growing in thicker. It looks like the custom oil I made for you is working wonders.”

Though he was used to her bluntness, Haskell was still taken aback. He laughed, a mix of amusement and affection in his voice. “If you keep staring like that, Larissa, you’re going to make me blush.”

Even sitting down, she could tell from his long legs that he was well over six feet tall, with a lean, powerful build. He was the definition of a dreamboat. Although he hadn’t walked in months, his regular physical therapy had prevented any muscle atrophy, and his legs were still perfectly sculpted. Larissa found herself daydreaming about him standing, fresh from a shower with just a towel around his waist, his chest, abs, and muscular legs on full display. It would be a breathtaking sight.

Haskell’s eyes softened. “When I can stand again, there are so many things I want to do with you.”

“Oh? Like what?” Larissa asked, intrigued.

“I want to carry you in my arms, give you piggyback rides, and have you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me,” he said without a hint of embarrassment.

“Haskell, you’re leaving out the most important part.”