"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart." He murmured, and that deep baritone voice of his rumbled against my collarbone. I was still trembling as he carried me effortlessly up the stairs. I buried my face in his neck, and breathed in the scent of his skin. He smelt so good even though he was a bit sweaty. I could never get enough of his scent. He carried me straight into what looked like his bedroom and he made a beeline into his bathroom and when I say that the rich really lived differently, I meant it. It had a soaking tub and a huge walk-in glass shower that looked big enough to fit an entire bedroom. Like my bedroom back home for example. Chris put me down and when my feet touched the floor, I shivered. It was so cold. I looked at him, and expected him to turn on the water, but he just stood there while staring down at me. The look in his eyes had turned into a predatory look that made my knees feel weak. If I knew it wasn't Chris in front of me, I might have been scared but the l
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