Nine
“Marcus, wake up. Please?”
It took a while before the softly spoken words penetrated his mind, and another moment before he could finally open his eyes. He blinked and then he blinked again.Anneke?
She was freshly showered and dressed in a sunny yellow short-sleeved romper. She looked too delicious, dangerously so, and as the beautiful sight of her drew Marcus fully out of his sleep, something else emerged.
Fuck.
He was aroused, and when the fact made him stiffen, the action unfortunately drew her attention towards his erection.
Anneke’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
Marcus swiftly sat up and threw a pillow over his lower half, all the while feeling absurdly self-conscious. To his complete disgust, he could even feel a flush coming over him.
Accidenti.
He was acting like a goddamn schoolboy in a sudden encounter with his first crush.
Looking at her, he saw Anneke still staring wide-eyed at where his erection was buried under the pillow and thick covers, and despite himself Marcus could feel his lips twitch.
“Anneke?”
“Mm?”
“May I ask why you’ve come to my bedroom?”
“Uh...”
“And perhaps you could look at my face,” Marcus drawled, “—-while we talk?”
Oh!Anneke’s gaze flew up to Marcus’ face in dismay, and her face turned red at the gleam of amusement in his dark eyes. “Sorry,” she stammered. “I was just—-”Entranced by the size of his cock?
He raised a brow. “You were just...what?”
“Umm, nothing.” She changed the subject, saying in a rush, “Anyway, I hope you had a good night’s sleep?”
“Si.Thank you for accommodating me at short notice.”