Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 90

"Alicia, are you alright?" Tyrone had been waiting for her in the living room for over an hour, but she still hadn't come out.

"I—I'm fine…" Alicia stammered, opening the bathroom door. A cloud of steam billowed out, filling the hallway with warmth.

She was wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair dripping wet, looking a little flustered.

Tyrone looked down at her. She really was stunning—sweet and sexy at the same time, honestly more dazzling than most actresses he'd ever seen.

"Why didn't you dry your hair?" His voice softened before he even realized it.

"It'll dry soon…" Alicia tried to say she'd already toweled it off as best she could.

Tyrone didn't reply. Instead, he gently took her hand and led her back into the bathroom. He picked up the hairdryer and started drying her hair himself.

The warm air blew over her scalp, and Alicia felt her heart fluttering in her chest.

She wasn't some shy teenager anymore… Even the first time she'd been with Vincent, she hadn't been this nervous.

She watched Tyrone in the mirror. The way he cared for her was so natural—and he was surprisingly good at it.

Was it because he'd taken care of Melanie's mother before? Did he have experience?

"Tyrone," Alicia blurted out as he clicked off the dryer, her voice barely above a whisper, "have you… have you ever been with anyone before?"

Tyrone didn't answer immediately. He just reached up and mussed her hair a bit.

Alicia was confused by his reaction.

Melanie had told her Tyrone never let women get close to him—so had he ever had anything real with Melanie's mom?

She blinked, curiosity gnawing at her. He was twenty-nine, after all. Was it really possible he'd never been with a woman? That just didn't seem likely.

"You're really curious, aren't you?" Tyrone finally said, letting out a short, amused laugh when he saw how intently she was watching him.

Alicia nodded, eyes bright with nosy anticipation.

"No…" He cleared his throat, then laced his fingers through hers and led her out of the bathroom.

Alicia stared at him in shock, her mind reeling. Twenty-nine, drop-dead handsome, and apparently never been with a woman? Was he really this innocent? Or was there something else going on?

She remembered him suggesting IVF in the car earlier—could it be… he was actually unable to?

Not wanting to embarrass him, Alicia lowered her voice, trying to sound casual. "Tyrone, if… if it doesn't work naturally, I'm okay with IVF too."

It would be tough—daily shots, medications—but she could handle it.