He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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I'm awoken by the gentle sound of the shower running, the soft droplets splashing lightly against the bathroom tiles. I didn't hear Grayson get up, but I smile as the London sun filters through the large window.
Knowing I have some time to myself, I take the opportunity to make myself a cup of tea without being lectured by Grayson.
Not just yet anyway.
Part of me is still annoyed at Grayson; one for not trusting me to get myself home okay—for underestimating my independence—and two, for depriving me of the passion I so desperately craved from him last night. But boy he'll pay for that.
But the other part of me is still besotted by his protectiveness, his charm, his effortless beauty and the usual power that he has over me.
Filling a mug with hot water, I watch as the liquid turns a dark brown colour against the tea bag. Once it's brewed to perfection, I add a splash of milk.
I'm still dressed in my underwear, but spontaneously I decide to not put my clothes back on. If Grayson can tease me, then I can do it right back.
Sipping my tea and leaning against the countertop, I watch as Grayson appears from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. My insides collapse at the view, but I try my hardest to not allow him to sense my weakness.
"Morning," he says, a smirk bending from his perfectly pink lips.
I tighten my grip around the mug handle, watching Grayson study my half-naked body. With my hip cocked to the side, I smile back, my eyes flirtatious.
Grayson can clearly see what game I'm trying to play; his game.
He bites his bottom lip, masking his impending laugh, and quickly removes the towel, swinging it effortlessly behind his neck.
Shit, he's good.
I swallow, trying my utmost hardest to maintain my casual stance.
I can't give in to him, not this time.
"It's not working, you know," Grayson says, chuckling, his grin now touching his ears as he pulls on a tight, black shirt.
He must be working again today.
Eventually, I huff, rolling my eyes at my unsuccessful attempt to seduce him.
He's a lot stronger than I thought.
I slowly pad back over to the bed, placing my tea on the side table and grabbing my clothes from the floor in defeat. At the same time, Grayson rubs the large, white towel against his clenched buttocks—on purpose I'm sure—and pulls on a pair of white boxers.
"Has someone lost their voice this morning?" He asks, laughing and watching as I pull my jeans onto my hips.
I shift my blouse over my head. "No. I just have nothing to say to you." The obvious sarcasm in my voice doesn't go unnoticed to Grayson, and in response he lets out an adorable, deep laugh.
