Perfect Bastard (by Mary D. Sant) novel Chapter 41

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ELLIE

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The plan for our first afternoon was to take a full tour of the nearest vineyard, but first, we were going to have lunch at the restaurant.

Mr. Morgan and I ended up with a room on the second floor. He followed me upstairs with his things and even offered to help me with mine, but I told him he didn’t need to pretend to be a gentleman. 1

The room’s decor was simple, with not much more than the bed, a few old wooden furniture pieces, a fireplace, and curtains draped over the French windows.

We both placed our suitcases on the bed. I didn’t feel exactly comfortable rummaging through my luggage with him there. His eyes drifted over to me, catching me as I stared at him.

“Is there a problem?” He raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. A smile spread across his face as he noticed my hesitation.

“What are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing.”

“Although I highly doubt that, even if you had a twenty–centimeter pink vibrator in your bag, it still wouldn’t surprise me, Brown. Or maybe I should be surprised since you usually avoid risky toys.”

“Idiot,” I rolled my eyes.

I’m sure he’d be shocked to know I actually had a vibrator in my bag. I had to suppress a laugh.

I escaped to the bathroom, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling of us being so close. I needed to shower; 1

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I was in the shower when I heard him knock on the bathroom door a few minutes later.

“What do you want?” I asked after turning off the water.

“My turn. Get out before you drain the planet’s water supply.”

Idiot, I’d only been in the shower for five minutes.

“You’ve got one minute, Miss Brown.”

“Or what?” I challenged, feeling secure enough with a door between us. What could he do? He couldn’t just pull me out of the shower.

“You’ll find out in thirty seconds if you don’t get out.”

I ignored him and turned the water back on. He couldn’t do anything, after all, the door was locked…

I spun around at the sound of the door opening. Damn. I was sure I’d locked it.

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He walked th, wearing only a towel. I instinctively covered my breasts with my arms. The glass shower door was transparent, and while he Fondet tally ens ha due to the steam from the hot water, he could still see enough.

A76 904 64797 Cut out, or fill scream.” I said, feeling a wave of irritation wash over me.

“Great, call everyone over so I can tell them you’re wasting all the water.

“You can’t just barge in like this.*

“You agreed to share the space, and anyway, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“You jerk! Get out!*

“You’re the one who has to get out.”

“I’m not done yet.”

“I said one minute,” he said, stepping closer to the shower.

“Stop! What are you doing? Don’t you dare!”

My attempts to stop him were useless. He slid the shower door open.

“Are you insane?” I asked as he stepped in. “Don’t you dare come any closer.” My breathing became heavy.

I hated how my body reacted to the sight of his bare chest. I could feel my nipples harden as he looked at my body with a hungry gaze.

“Get out!” I screamed.

“There wasn’t enough space for the two of us in the shower; we were way too close.

“You’re the one who has to leave,” he said, licking his lips and biting the lower one.

I couldn’t help but notice how his chest rose and fell quickly, though I avoided looking below his waistline.

“I said I’m not done. What are you planning to do, drag me out of here?” I said through gritted teeth. “Don’t you dare lay a

“Don’t worry, Brown, I won’t touch you, unless you ask me to.”

“Then get out,” I growled.

“No. And unless you don’t mind sharing the shower, you’d better get out now.” His hands moved to the towel wrapped around his waist, drawing my attention to his cock, which was semi–erect beneath the fabric

“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged, locking eyes with him.

He smirked mischievously, accepting the challenge, and let the towel fall.

My eyes automatically dropped to his hips. My jaw fell open at the sight of his cock. I felt the desire rush through me, making me all too aware of the wetness between my legs. Even with my entire body soaked, I thought I might catch fire from the sheer desire to feel him inside me.

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All you have to do is ask,‘ he said, making me look at his face, his eyes dark with desire.

We were both breathless. My entire body craved a single touch from him. swallowed hard, fighting against the desire.

“Get out of my way!” I growled.

He stepped aside just enough for me to pass.

I rushed out of the bathroom after grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. My hands were trembling as I stopped near the bed. How much longer could I keep saying no when every part of my body wanted to scream yes?

The desire was driving me insane. It was stronger than my reason, making me realize I wouldn’t be able to resist forever. Just one week, Ellie. Be strong.

After we had lunch at the vineyard restaurant, we started the tour with a guide from the place, and a few more tourists joined our group. We walked through the vineyards, tasted grapes straight off the vines, learned all about the wine production process, and now we were in the tasting room.

In thirty minutes, I could already say I’d had the best wines of my life. And an hour later, I was feeling a bit tipsy.

I couldn’t help but notice how especially attractive Ethan looked in yet another casual outfit–a gray shirt that showed off his massive biceps

and tucked into dark pants that highlighted his incredible ass and thighs. God! I had to stop drinking or he’d notice I was staring at him the

whole time.

I also noticed that Mr. Morgan seemed completely at ease, chatting with Neil for most of the tour. I concluded that they must be very close, considering Neil lived in London and Ethan had just returned from there.

My plan to stop drinking completely fell apart when my friends decided to head back to the vineyard restaurant, which also had a bar. After enjoying some delicious local dishes for dinner, we moved over to the bar, where some tourists were dancing to trad

Phillipa, the most carefree of us all, came over to me and tried to drag me to the dance floor. She had a fun spirit in, figuring I could blame the alcohol later.

I danced with her, not caring about anything else, having fun like I hadn’t in ages. Then a slow, romantic song started play aside, giving my spot to Jason.

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I was so focused on how the two of them looked so in love when a tall, blonde, and handsome man approached me. He had light eyes and a

distinctive nose.

“Excusez–moi, puis–je avoir cette danse?” he said with unmistakable French charm, extending his hand to me. Even though I couldn’t understand more than a word of what he said, I took his hand, smiling, assuming he was asking me to dance.

The music was slow, and I had no idea what I was doing, but I let the blonde lead me. He placed both hands on my waist, making me automatically rest mine on his shoulders as we began to move slowly.

“Are you American?” he asked in my language, his strong French accent a relief since I didn’t know more than five words in French.

“Thank God you speak my language,” I smiled. “I thought we’d need to use Google Translate or something. Yes, I’m American.”

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And what brings you to France?” he asked with a smile, seeming genuine curious.

I’m on a holiday trip with friends. I just realized I don’t know your name

“Valentin. It’s a pleasure, Miss?”

Ellie.”

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