Slap Of Reality

"Remove your hand. I want to see how big they have grown," he insisted, seeing nothing wrong in his demand while gawking at her covered chest with puckered brows. Her mouth hung open in astonishment and face burned both in embarrassment and anger. The nerves of this blasted man.

And to make it worse, he perched on the edge comfortably. The stone-made tub would have surely flipped over by his weight if it was not rooted to the ground. She smelled alcohol on him and that very much explained why he still had not questioned her presence in his house or sent her flying to her mudhouse with his huge fist.

" Leave, Ryker. This is inappropriate," she told him with a sigh.

"How so?" he asked hoarsely. If the lights in the room were bright enough, she would have seen the mad lust burning in his eyes and how his gaze was shamelessly taking liberty with her body, licking every inch of her skin.

She gritted her teeth in annoyance. He was always annoying but when drunk he is unbearable.