Amelie
“I think you are cheating!” I accused, looking at him across the table. This was the third time he won in a row and now I owe him three favors. But its not just that, each time he showed me his cards it was just before I was about to do the same. “I was short just one card.” I said, my eyes narrowed at him.
“I didn’t know you were a sore loser, duchess.” He said, his blue eyes relaxed and warm and inviting. He was relaxed in the chair he was sitting in, with top buttons of his shirt undone and sleeves rolled up, he looked sexy and alluring. Every time my eyes fell on his corded arms, to the veins visible there, my throat felt parched and heat settled deep in my belly and my mind goes straight to what favor he’d ask me. The last time it was as simple as me sitting on his lap and I
