Chapter 7
The room on my screen was dimly lit by bedside lamps.
My cat Mochi was padding her soft paws across Nathan’s bare chest, meowing
sweetly at me through the screen.
But my eyes were fixed on the clearly defined abs and the swell of his pecs. The
man was built like a Marvel superhero, all smooth skin over hard muscle.
I was shocked. Was Nathan actually trying to seduce me?
On screen, Mochi seemed to sense I was admiring the view. The clever cat jumped off him, her paw catching the edge of the gray silk sheet that barely covered his
waist.
The fabric slipped, perfectly revealing his V–line, that sexy cut that disappeared temptingly beneath the sheet.
I thought I might pass out right there on my bedroom floor.
The man had an eight–pack. A goddamn eight–pack.
Just like when I accidentally walked in on him showering two months into our
marriage.
His body was a masterpiece–all hard muscle and smooth skin that I was desperate to run my hands over, to feel against my own skin.
I just couldn’t see if the bulge below his waist matched the rest of his perfection. The sheet was still (unfortunately) covering that part.
My heart started pounding traitorously in my chest, and I felt a familiar warmth building between my thighs.
After staring for what felt like forever, Nathan suddenly looked directly into the camera, his voice tinged with amusement.
“Alex, enjoying the view?”
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Our eyes met, and mine widened in panic as I stammered, “Who… who’s looking at you? Shameless.” I tried to sound disgusted but failed miserably.
“You’re right, my mistake.” He chuckled softly, his expression devastatingly gentle, like a completely different person from my cold husband. “Did you see the pictures
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sent earlier? Mochi hasn’t been eating well.”
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That was from hours ago when Nathan had sent photos of Mochi’s feeding chart. His text had said: You’re not here, and she’s lost her appetite. She probably misses
you.
On screen, Mochi looked at me with sad, pleading eyes, her little pink nose almost
touching the camera.
Hmph, he cares about Mochi, at least.
Anyone with half a brain would think he missed me too.
I gave him what he was fishing for: “Don’t worry. I’ll come pick her up in a few
days.”
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Nathan fell silent, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Just as I was about to hang up, he suddenly said in a deep voice, awkwardly: “What
about me?”
My phone battery was about to die at the worst possible moment.
As I frantically searched for my charger, I blurted out: “What about you?”
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.” He shut up, looking away from the camera.
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