Sienna, that's not the plan. I scold myself and look away from him as I realize he opens his eyes. "Sorry, but he was killing my back," he tells me, and I look at him again as he turns around, allowing me to see the front of his body.
Damn it! He can't be that perfect.
"You should get yourself another mattress and sleep on the floor," I just say and try to get out of bed, but he holds my wrist.
"I won't. I'll sleep here in this bed whenever I like," he says firmly, and his gaze, for some reason, intensely travels over my body.
I look at myself, trying to understand what is happening, until I realize that my nightgown barely covers me "stop looking at me like that," I demand.
"Now I understand why Ramiro had such a hard time doing his job. He warned me that you were dangerously beautif
