Chapter 19
That stopped me. Just for a second.
Louisa Granger. The only member of that genetically cursed family I’d actually liked
She used to call me her darling girl‘ and meant it. She remembered my birthday. She bought me books I actually read. She once told. me I had a fire in me and that it was beautiful.[]
Meanwhile, my own mother thought my jewellery designs were a hobby I’d grow out of and that fire belonged in fireplaces or hell
‘Come to dinner,‘ Rhys carried on, his tone clipped. Just don’t say anything to her about… y’know. Us.“]
Of course he wanted me to lie for him. Again
Wow. Wow. Brave of you,‘ I said, voice sharp enough to julienne a courgette. “What happened to that big manly energy you were showing off with Catherine? If you’re so smitten, why not bring her to dinner and introduce her to the fam? Or are you worried Mummy might not approve of your shiny new mistress?
He didn’t reply. I didn’t wait for him to.
I hung up, tossed my phone on the sofa, and muttered, ‘Bloody coward.‘]
***0
Half past ten, I’d just put down the TV remote and dug out an unfinished sketch from my tablet, thinking I could snack my way into some inspiration.[]
I barely got two bites of leftover lo mein in before the lights cut out like a budget horror film. One second I was basking in LED brilliance, the next I was plunged into darkness, lit only by the ghostly glow of my tablet screen.[]
I practically launched myself off the sofa. My heart did a triple backflip before I realised it was just a blackout. Again. Because of course this bloody floor had the electrical stability of a soggy biscuit
I fumbled for my phone and rang Mr Donnelly. No answer. I called again. Still nikhing Classic Donnelly–less ‘property manager, more ‘professional ghoster.]
I wouldn’t have put it past him to fake a blackout just to speed up my moving out.]
I’d already said I was leaving. Did he really need to go full supervillain with the power supply?
No wonder this place was cheap. Faulty wiring and a landlord who disappeared faster than my willpower around cake. Still, for rent that low, I couldn’t stay mad for long
Besides, I was out of here soon enough
Grumbling under my breath, I groped my way into the stairwell to check the fuse box. Of course it was mounted at a height best suited for NBA players
I’m nearly 57” and had to stand on tiptoe like I was doing pirouettes in the dark–only with more swearing and less grace
Not that it helped. I stared at the jumble of switches like it was written in hieroglyphics.[]
“Woody hell,” I muttered, returning to fetch a chuir before I electrocuted myself out of sheer guesswork.
Just as I reached my door, the neighbour’s door eased open.[]
And there he was
Like me, he was using his phone as a torch, which gave me a clear view of his face. His fringe, usually styled like a GQ cover shoot, was loose and damp, making him look about five years younger and way too good–looking for the average tenant.[]
Droplets slid from his hair down his neck, past his collarbone, down over muscles that really needed a warning label.[]
The man had on nothing but a towel.
Just. A. Towel.
And judging by the little rivers of water tracing down his torso, he’d rushed out of the shower to investigate the blackout without bothering with trivial things like clothes.
I tried very hard not to ogle
1 Tailed spectacularly
To be fair, it was like being hit in the face with a very well–sculpted Greek statue [
A very wet, half–naked, annoyingly sexy Greek statue
Last time I saw him, he’d been dressed to the nines in a tailored suit. I hadn’t expected him to be this stacked.
It was like finding out your accountant moonlighted as a Calvin Klein model.[]
My brain short–circuited for a moment. I just stood there, blatantly gawking like some creep on a stag do
He caught me staring. Of course he did. His eyes–partly hidden under a mess of damp fringe–crinkled ever so slightly.
Then he glanced at my ears, probably clocking that they were turning the same colour as a cherry slushie, and finally turned back inside.
He came back a minute later wearing a white T–shirt.
I blinked and cleared my throat.
Now that he was fully clothed–or at least pretending to be–the tension eased a bit and my brain came back-online.]]
I launched into an explanation about the blackout and the fuse box situation. Sorry to bother you. I didn’t expect the power to go out at this time of night, and the landlord’s decided to ghost me.”
“It’s no bother,‘ he said in that deep, low voice that probably doubled as white noise for insomniacs.
He brushed past me and headed to the fuse box. He didn’t even have to stretch. Where I’d nearly dislocated my toes trying to reach it, he just flicked the switches like he was turning on a light in a fridge.]
Must be nice, being tall and useful.
He squinted at the fuse box for a moment, flicked another switch, then muttered, “Looks like the main breaker’s loose. Might’ve been knocked about–cheap casing, maybe. I’ll see if I can tighten it up.‘||
“Oh, okay,” I said, nodding along like I was following, even though my brain had already clocked out of the electrical conversation and
checked into the gym that was his back.
The white cotton T–shirt clung to him in all the right places–or maybe it was just thin enough to show off everything he had going on underneath. Every time he moved, muscles shifted under the fabric like they were choreographing a silent dance routine.[]
It was hypnotic. Like watching bread rise. Or lava lamps. But hotter.[]
I must have been staring at his back like a total weirdo for a full two minutes before I remembered I was supposed to be helping, not Jeering.
I cleared my throat. If it’s a hassle, don’t worry about it. It’s late anyway. I should probably just call the landlord in the morning
Without turning around, he said, There’s a storage room near the stairs. Might be a pair of pliers in there. Grab them for me.]
