Chapter 29
Elian strode slowly towards the bed as Clara scooted up towards the head of the bed. “Is it a comfy bed?” His eyes were dark intense beads of black circles as he stared at her flushed cheeks and easy smile.
“It’s the comfiest bed I’ve ever owned,” she responded, lowering her lashes, and looking up at him coquettishly. “After laying in it once, you’ll never want to leave. You’ll want to sleep in it every night for the rest of your life. It’s addictive.” She patted the spot beside her. “Come try.”
“What if I get in and never want to get out,” he held her gaze with a look that her sister would refer to as smouldering.
The man was definitely smouldering, Clara thought as her stomach did flip-flops of anticipation.
“Then I’ll be absolutely correct in my assessment of the situat
