Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 150

She lay on her side, her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink. Her long eyelashes cast soft, fan-shaped shadows over her skin. Her lips were slightly parted, drawing in shallow, delicate breaths that made her chest rise and fall rhythmically.

Her white cardigan had ridden up, the collar pulled entirely off-center, exposing a flawless stretch of her collarbone. And just a little further down, the tantalizing curve of her cleavage was fully on display...

Hudson's gaze snagged there for a heavy second. His Adam's apple bobbed as he abruptly turned away to grab a glass of water.

He hadn't even taken two steps before he heard a rustling sound behind him, followed immediately by a heavy thud.

He spun around.

Nora had somehow rolled completely off the sofa. She was sprawled out on the expensive rug, face planted right into the floor in a tragically hilarious heap.

Hudson was speechless.

He walked back over, sighing as he bent down to pull her up.

Nora went entirely limp as he hauled her up, collapsing fully against his chest. She grabbed onto his expensive dress shirt, burying her face into his pecs, and mumbled something totally incoherent.

Unable to hear her, Hudson leaned down closer.

"What did you say?"

Nora lifted her head, staring at him with wide, teary doe eyes. Her lips parted slightly, and then...

"Blegh..."

Hudson froze.

Hudson: "..."

...

"Arthur, get someone to clean the living room. Throw out the rug and the clothes."

The man standing by the bedroom window hung up the phone. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone, his dark eyes brimming with utter exasperation.

He had just finished scrubbing himself down in the master bathroom, but he could swear he still smelled like sour liquor.

Meanwhile, the absolute menace responsible for his ruined evening was lounging on the bedroom sofa, staring at him with misty, star-struck eyes.

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