“Hayden?”
“I’m going to my room, Grace. And I promise I’ll be a good boy and eat.”
My name.
It sounded so good falling from his lips.
Chapter Ten
Hayden
The flush of her skin. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I found myself coming out of my room more simply to see if I could pull it from her skin again. Compliments on her outfit and staring at her lips. Raking my eyes down her form as she helped me with my physical therapy. A brush of my hand against her ass accidentally if I wheeled a little too close and my breath hot on her ear if I accidentally stumbled getting up from my chair.
And every time, that beautiful blush would creep across her cheeks.
The more time I spent with Grace, the more I wanted to get to know her. I knew a woman like herself would never view me as a man while in that damn chair, but I could settle for her embarrassment until I could treat her the way she deserved. Until I could pin her against the wall and tie her down to my bed.
Oh, the things I would do to her body.
She was captivating, but she was also right. I was having a hard time cleaning myself. Some days were better than others, but I could tell when a part of my body wasn’t being reached the way it should. And the idea of Grace washing me down in a tub or standing with me in a shower was striking.
So, I caved.
“Grace?”
I was met with silence and I furrowed my brow.
“Grace?”
I turned my chair around and wheeled out of my room.
“I’m about to take a bath without your help,” I said. “I might fall and break another hip or something.”
And still, I was met with nothing.
Where was she?
I wheeled into the kitchen and looked around, but she wasn’t there. I wheeled all the way down the hallway to the library, figuring I’d find her with her nose in a book like I had a few times already. But still, she wasn’t there. I wheeled back out to the front door to see if she’d left a note. Maybe she had gone somewhere.
But there wasn’t anything there.
“Grace?”
I heard some shuffling around coming from down the hallway and I wheeled as fast as I could. Was she hurt? Was something wrong? I felt this odd sort of panic rush through me as I wheeled myself into her room. She wasn’t in her bed and she wasn’t on the floor, and as I turned my chair around to go get my cell phone I saw her.
In her bathroom.
Toweling off quickly in the mirror.
Her leg was stuck out and the towel was catching the droplets of water rushing down her soft skin. Her thigh flexed with muscle and her well-defined calves were twitching with every stroke she made. She fluffed out the towel and I recognized the sound. The shifting around I had heard was really her trying to dry her own damn towel off.
And when she shook it, her luxurious breasts bounced with joy.
“Oh my gosh. Mr. Lowell!”
I jerked from my trance and averted my gaze.
“Are you okay?” Grace asked.