easily.
Sighing, she turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and
wrapping it around her body.
She made quick work of drying her hair, dragging her brush through the short
strands. Tossing the brush aside, she unwound her towel and dried herself. After she
hung the towel over the shower rod to dry, she grabbed her moisturizer. Squeezing a
thick dollop onto her palm, she took her time, spreading the rich cream over her arms,
legs and torso. Usually it was a task she did quickly and without thought. Today, it felt
more sensual. Sophia had an awareness of her body that she'd never had before.
Cursing softly, she grabbed the sheet and held it in front of her as she unlocked the
door. The coolness flowed in, dispelling some of the steamy, humid air of the bathroom.
She peeked out, but thankfully there was no sign of Zane.
Hurrying into her room, she tossed the sheet aside and pulled open her dresser
drawers, gathering underwear, socks and a bra. She didn't always wear one, but she
thought it better to be as covered as possible around Zane. Her bras and underwear
were all white cotton, so they matched. Pausing at her closet, she donned a pair of jeans
and long-sleeved pale green pullover that was a favorite of hers because the color
matched her eyes. It made her feel more confident and Sophia figured that she'd need
all the confidence she could get in order to deal with the man currently cooking in her
kitchen.
Satisfied that she was as ready as she'd ever be, she stuffed her feet into a pair of
white canvas sneakers and headed for the kitchen. It was time to face Zane.
Chapter Eight
Zane knew she was standing behind him, watching as he continued to butter a slice
of toast. Everything was ready. With his preternatural senses, he'd been able to follow
her every move since he'd left her in the bathroom. It had been nothing short of sheer
torture to listen to the shower running while he pictured the hot water cascading down
her naked body.
When she'd left the bathroom, her scent had reached his nostrils. It was a clean,
fresh smell of soap and vanilla, tinged with the lightest hint of feminine musk. It made
his teeth ache.
He groaned and shifted restlessly. He'd had a hard-on since Sophia had opened her
eyes and looked at him. Just one glance from those pale green eyes had him hot and
ready. But her mood was anything but amorous at the moment, even if her body was
slightly aroused. Sighing, he picked up the plate and took it over to the small, round
table. "You might as well come eat while it's hot."
She hesitated for a brief second but then joined him at the table. He'd already
poured coffee for her. There was nothing left for him to do but sit and watch her eat.
Not wanting to crowd her, he returned to the counter to wipe up some crumbs. When
he turned back to the table, she was seated there, mug in her hand, sipping some of the
potent dark brew.
"Did you go through my notes?"
He didn't know whether to be insulted or amused. "No, I didn't."
"Why not?"
Sophia was obviously feeling testy this evening and he couldn't really blame her.
Sauntering over to the table, he pulled out a chair, turned it around and straddled it. He
folded his arms over the back and leaned forward. "Because I wanted you to show them
to me ."
"Why did you have sex with me last night?"
Zane was taken aback by the swift change of topic. "What do you mean?" As any
sensible male would, he sensed there was a trap here, waiting to snap around him if he
weren't careful. After two hundred years of living, he still didn't understand women.
She laid her mug carefully back down on the table, her motions rigid and
controlled. "Was it for kicks? Maybe you needed a snack and pizza didn't appeal to
you? You could have snuck in here when I was asleep or gone if all you wanted was to
read my files."
Anger surged through his veins and he gritted his teeth to keep from yelling. "No,
you sure as hell weren't a snack and it certainly wasn't for kicks."
Sighing, she turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and
wrapping it around her body.
She made quick work of drying her hair, dragging her brush through the short
strands. Tossing the brush aside, she unwound her towel and dried herself. After she
hung the towel over the shower rod to dry, she grabbed her moisturizer. Squeezing a
thick dollop onto her palm, she took her time, spreading the rich cream over her arms,
legs and torso. Usually it was a task she did quickly and without thought. Today, it felt
more sensual. Sophia had an awareness of her body that she'd never had before.
Cursing softly, she grabbed the sheet and held it in front of her as she unlocked the
door. The coolness flowed in, dispelling some of the steamy, humid air of the bathroom.
She peeked out, but thankfully there was no sign of Zane.
Hurrying into her room, she tossed the sheet aside and pulled open her dresser
drawers, gathering underwear, socks and a bra. She didn't always wear one, but she
thought it better to be as covered as possible around Zane. Her bras and underwear
were all white cotton, so they matched. Pausing at her closet, she donned a pair of jeans
and long-sleeved pale green pullover that was a favorite of hers because the color
matched her eyes. It made her feel more confident and Sophia figured that she'd need
all the confidence she could get in order to deal with the man currently cooking in her
kitchen.
Satisfied that she was as ready as she'd ever be, she stuffed her feet into a pair of
white canvas sneakers and headed for the kitchen. It was time to face Zane.
Chapter Eight
Zane knew she was standing behind him, watching as he continued to butter a slice
of toast. Everything was ready. With his preternatural senses, he'd been able to follow
her every move since he'd left her in the bathroom. It had been nothing short of sheer
torture to listen to the shower running while he pictured the hot water cascading down
her naked body.
When she'd left the bathroom, her scent had reached his nostrils. It was a clean,
fresh smell of soap and vanilla, tinged with the lightest hint of feminine musk. It made
his teeth ache.
He groaned and shifted restlessly. He'd had a hard-on since Sophia had opened her
eyes and looked at him. Just one glance from those pale green eyes had him hot and
ready. But her mood was anything but amorous at the moment, even if her body was
slightly aroused. Sighing, he picked up the plate and took it over to the small, round
table. "You might as well come eat while it's hot."
She hesitated for a brief second but then joined him at the table. He'd already
poured coffee for her. There was nothing left for him to do but sit and watch her eat.
Not wanting to crowd her, he returned to the counter to wipe up some crumbs. When
he turned back to the table, she was seated there, mug in her hand, sipping some of the
potent dark brew.
"Did you go through my notes?"
He didn't know whether to be insulted or amused. "No, I didn't."
"Why not?"
Sophia was obviously feeling testy this evening and he couldn't really blame her.
Sauntering over to the table, he pulled out a chair, turned it around and straddled it. He
folded his arms over the back and leaned forward. "Because I wanted you to show them
to me ."
"Why did you have sex with me last night?"
Zane was taken aback by the swift change of topic. "What do you mean?" As any
sensible male would, he sensed there was a trap here, waiting to snap around him if he
weren't careful. After two hundred years of living, he still didn't understand women.
She laid her mug carefully back down on the table, her motions rigid and
controlled. "Was it for kicks? Maybe you needed a snack and pizza didn't appeal to
you? You could have snuck in here when I was asleep or gone if all you wanted was to
read my files."
Anger surged through his veins and he gritted his teeth to keep from yelling. "No,
you sure as hell weren't a snack and it certainly wasn't for kicks."
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