Isabel glared at him. ‘And there I was, thinking you weren’t the bullying bossy pain in the neck I’d first met. But I was deluding myself. The only reason you want me to feel better is so that you can have more of what you got last night.’
He grinned the cheekiest sexiest grin. ‘You could be right there.’
Isabel glowered at him as she popped two tablets into her mouth and swallowed the water.
‘A shower or the sea?’ he said, eyeing her rather salaciously where the sheet had slipped down to her waist.
Isabel didn’t have to look down to know what he was seeing. Maybe she wasn’t too perky this morning, but her nipples still were.
And she was so wet down there it wasn’t funny.
‘I think a spa bath is in order,’ she said. ‘Alone,’ she added firmly.
‘I could scrub your back,’ Rafe offered.
‘No.’
‘Spoilsport.’
‘And then, after breakfast, I’d like to do something unenergetic. I noticed there was a pack of cards in the cupboard over there.’
‘Cards,’ he repeated drily. He hated playing cards. His mother was a fanatic at euchre and cribbage, and used to rope him in when she couldn’t find another partner. She always won so there hadn’t been much fun in it for him.
‘There’s plenty of other games in there as well, if you’d prefer,’ she went on, no doubt hearing his reluctance.
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