Amelia
The door rattled hard, the locked handle clicking uselessly under Jenny’s impatient twist. I felt Richard’s warmth against my back, close enough that every slight shift of his muscles sent little waves through my spine.
My breath caught as he leaned in, his voice deep and steady, the sound rolling through me as much as the words did.
“Jenny? I just woke up,” he called out. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
His chest was solid and warm, the heat soaking through my clothes, setting off all my nerves just under the surface. My whole body reacted, a pulse of heat low in my belly. My knees felt weak, my heart pounding too fast, completely giving away how flustered I was by how close he was.
“I was wondering if I should have the chef make an extra breakfast?” Jenny’s voice came thro
