Chapter 241
Aria’s POV
The next morning, I could barely wake up.
Last night with Aiden had completely drained me – in the best possible way. Sex with him just kept getting better and better.
Through my foggy consciousness, I heard Aiden’s deep voice somewhere in the
room.
He was on the phone, speaking in that authoritative tone he used for business calls. The sound finally pulled me from my delicious slumber, and I rubbed my eyes, squinting them open.
Morning sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a single beam across the room.
Aiden stood right in that shaft of light, looking like some golden god while the rest of the room remained in comfortable shadow. I lay there watching him for several seconds, admiring how the light caught his muscular silhouette before I finally pushed myself up to sitting position.
By the time I’d gathered my bearings, Aiden had ended his call. He turned, noticing me sitting up in bed, and walked over with purposeful strides.
“Did I wake you?” he asked, his voice softer than it had been on the phone.
I shook my head and looked up at him, my gaze landing directly on his Adam’s apple. Instantly, I remembered three months ago when he’d come to pick me up at the Carter family home. That first day when I’d noticed how sexy that particular feature was on him. How far we’d come since then p>
Catching myself staring, I quickly redirected my thoughts. “What time is it? Should we be heading back p>
My voice came out raspy from sleep and last night’s activities, the pleasant soreness between my legs a reminder of everything we’d done.
Aiden reached for a thermos from the nightstand and handed it to me. “No rush. Drink this first. It’s warm water p>
I licked my dry lips and took the thermos, curious after taking a sip. “Where did you get this from p>
“Had room service bring it up,” he replied simply.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. My eyes brightened as I looked
at him. “Is that because I mentioned the water was too cold yesterday p>
“Mm-hmm p>
My smile grew even wider at his confirmation. “I’m going to brush my teeth!” I announced, suddenly energized. I hopped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, my bare feet making little slapping sounds against the floor.
As I disappeared into the bathroom, I didn’t see Aiden’s expression, but I could feel his eyes following me.
When I emerged after washing up, breakfast had just been delivered to our room. I’d barely patted on some moisturizer before joining Aiden at the table by the window.
With the curtains now fully open, sunshine flooded the room, creating a warm, cozy atmosphere. As Aiden handed me a spoon, our fingers brushed. The warmth of his skin reminded me of how I’d clung to him last night, half-asleep and wanting more of his heat.
I bit the spoon absently, tilted my head, and asked with genuine curiosity, “Aiden, why did you take a cold shower last night p>
His movements halted for a moment. He looked down at me, his gaze suddenly intense. “What do you think, Mrs. Carter p>
“Was it too hot? The air conditioning in here doesn’t seem very effective p>
Aiden watched me steadily, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “If I hadn’t taken a cold shower, I might have needed you to join me for another hot one p>
“Why would I need to join you for another shower if you didn’t—” I stopped mid- sentence as realization dawned on me.
I might not be the most experienced
woman, but I wasn’t completely
clueless either Between Lillian’s
explicit stones and my own
experiences with Aiden, I understood
exactly what he meant.
Mortification washed over me as I realized what I’d asked. God, I wanted to travel
back five minutes and slap my hand over my own mouth.
I quickly ducked my head, feeling heat spread from my ears to my cheeks. Within
seconds, my entire face burned with embarrassment.
In my flustered state, I hastily
scooped up some porridge and
shoved it into my mouth. Too
late,
realized it was scalding hot. My insting was to spit it out
immediately, and before could think, I’d ejected the burning food right into Aiden’s outstretched hand.
Once I realized what I’d done, I froze in horror. But Aiden, completely unfazed,
simply wiped his palm with a napkin before turning to examine my mouth.
“Did you burn your tongue?” He gently pressed against my cheeks, encouraging me
to open up. I obediently stuck out my tongue for his inspection.
“It’s red,” he observed.
I pressed my lips together, meeting his eyes briefly. “It hurts p>
“Of course it does. Don’t eat so quickly, Mrs. Carter. I’m not going to steal your
food,” he teased.
I squirmed with embarrassment,
wanting to explain that I wasn’t
worried about him taking na
breakfast. But how could I admit I’d been flustered by his sexual
innuendo?
After that small disaster, I approached my second spoonful with extreme caution,
testing the temperature against my lips before taking it into my mouth.
The rest of breakfast passed in silence as I focused intently on my food, too embarrassed to attempt more conversation.
When we finished eating, I checked my phone and realized it was nearly 9 AM already. Monday morning.
I glanced at Aiden with sudden concern. “Don’t you have meetings on Mondays p>
“Missing one day won’t hurt,” he replied casually.
“When are we going back home then?” I asked. I didn’t have any pressing
commitments, but Aiden’s schedule was usually packed.
Aiden looked at me thoughtfully. “After lunch p>
“Sounds perfect,” I agreed, smiling at the prospect of a few more hours alone with
him.