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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The morning sun sweeps through the huge, gleaming apartment of Grayson's, enhancing every indent and curve of his elaborate furnishings.
With a smile, I patter over to the wardrobe, helping myself to one of Grayson's t-shirts which cascades over my small body. Officially, Grayson's clothes are my favourite thing to wear, and I find myself grinning as I inhale the sweet scent that lines the soft fabric.
A groan sounds from the bed, and, as I stand by the wardrobe, I turn to see Grayson, eyeing me like I'm his prey and he's the predator ready to pounce.
Licking his lips, he says, "Seeing you in that t-shirt makes me want to fuck you all over again."
Blushing, I take in his sleepy, dark eyes studying me, that goddamn menacing smile decorating his flawless face making me want to jump right back into bed with him. "That wouldn't be such a bad thing," I tease, pushing my lips into a flirtatious smile.
Although the alcohol has worked its way out of my system, I don't seem to have lost all my confidence—not just yet anyway.
With a quick throw of the duvet, Grayson strides over to me, placing a firm kiss onto my lips, snaking his arm around my waist. "Don't tempt me, Miss Thorpe."
I grin, shivering, and resting my head against his bare chest as the sun rises over the city next to us; I don't think I'll ever tire of the jaw-dropping view from the huge window of his apartment.
"So I was wondering," Grayson murmurs, bringing his large hand up and across my back. "Do you fancy a good old fashioned English roast for lunch today?"
With eyes wide, my mouth tugs at the side, my tastebuds immediately activated. "That sounds amazing," I say, batting my eyelashes. My mouth is already salivating at the thought.
Grayson smirks, resting his lips onto my head as he inhales. "Just one thing."
I quirk my eyebrow. "What?"
"It's at my parent's house. They asked if you wanted to join us."
Oh.
I pause for a moment, but then I smile. "Even better!" I chirp.
I know I've only met Grayson's parents once, but they're the most genuinely lovely people and the thought of going to their house excites me, but scares me all at the same time.
"Oh, umm, what should I wear?"
Grayson laughs. "Relax, they're not the Royal Family you know."
I giggle and blush simultaneously, but I still feel as though I need to make some sort of effort, and in some ways it does feel like I'm about to visit Buckingham Palace.
"Okay," I say. "I have no change of clothes here, so can we swing past mine before we go?"
