Chapter 38

It was awkward around the dinner table. Lucy and Sebastian were still away on their date, and Scarlett could barely focus on her breathing while watching Griffin cook.

The large muscles in his back moved every time he flipped a burger, and she stared at his biceps and arms.

He could easily hurt a person with those.

She shuddered.

No, she wouldn't think this way. It only gave birth to stress and unwanted anxiety that she didn't need. Her days were already hectic enough with the pregnancy.

Her eyes traveled to Griffin's hands. His hands were big and rough with callouses, the sign of a working man. The hamburgers were in the frying pan, and he was cutting vegetables masterfully.

He was a billionaire yet capable in the kitchen.

Tanned skin. Unblemished.

Unscarred.

Yet, she could tell those hands were capable of hurting people, too, as they set the knife down on the counter. Sturdy hands. Big enough to choke someone.

Choke.

Wait, why was she getting horny at the thought of BDSM and