‘Bathroom through that door,’ he said as he placed her luggage on the top of a cedarwood ottoman. ‘You can reach the terrace through there…’ He pointed to the silk-draped full-length windows. ‘Make yourself at home…’ He turned toward the door, had seconds thoughts, and turned back again. ‘I’ll be working out on the terrace if you want me. Other than that…take your time…’
Lightly said, aimed to make her feel comfortable with whatever she wanted to do, he did not take into account that he hadn’t once allowed his eyes to make contact with her eyes since they’d entered the villa.
Which meant that he was feeling as uncomfortable with this new situation as she was. ‘Right. Fine,’ she said.
He left her then; like a bat out of hell he got out of that room and made sure he shut the door behind h
