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started to drift off. I knew I should get out, but I didn’t want to leave my warm cocoon.
    And then the door swung open and Jameson strode inside.
    He stopped short when his eyes landed on me, and I gasped as I covered myself with my hands. I expected him to take my cue and avert his eyes, but it took him a full minute before he finally did.
    “Sorry,” he muttered. “I thought you were already in bed. The lights were off.”
    I didn’t speak. My eyes were too busy roving over his muscular body. Somewhere between the bedroom and the bathroom, he’d discarded everything but his boxer briefs. And there was a very visible outline of his erection staring me in the face.
    I swallowed, but still couldn’t speak. Was that because of me?
    “I’ll just…” He turned back towards the door. “Wait out here until you’re finished.”
    “I’m getting out now,” I squeaked. “I’ll just be another minute.”
    He nodded and shut the door behind him, taking all of my air with him. My God he was sexy. Quite literally perfect in every way. I could only imagine what he looked like on the soccer field, sweat dripping over his body. That was the stuff my fantasies were made of.
    I closed my eyes and had the sudden urge to touch myself. I would have too if he weren’t waiting on the other side. I may have been a virgin, but I wasn’t a nun. I was very well acquainted with my fingers.
    I stepped out of the tub reluctantly and wrapped a fuzzy towel around myself, making quick work of getting into my pajamas before treading back into the room.
    I wished I’d paid more attention when Madame Jackie and Katia were packing my clothes, because all the nightgowns they’d included were silk chemises. For someone who wasn’t supposed to be having sex, it looked like the only thing I wanted to do.
    I flashed Jameson a nervous smile as I slipped past him and tucked myself into bed. His eyes lingered in my direction for a pause before he let himself into the bathroom.
    He turned on the shower, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I could just pretend I was asleep when he came back out and avoid any more awkwardness. It was exactly what I intended to do.
    Until I realized belatedly that I’d forgotten to take my sleeping pill.
    Crap.
    Since my aunt had passed, I had a lot of trouble sleeping. For the first month, I didn’t sleep at all. Katia made me go to the doctor and get some sleeping pills before I ended up getting hurt because of my exhaustion.
    Even now, as tired as I was, I knew that when I laid my head on the pillow my brain wasn’t going to shut up. It was just the nature of the beast. Wide awake when I finally decided on getting some sleep.
    I could wait until Jameson finished his shower and go into the bathroom, but then it would just mean I’d be up even later. It took a while to kick in, and it was already late as it was.
    I threw off the covers and wrapped a silk robe over my nightgown before I snuck out the door. Hopefully I wouldn’t be bumping into anyone in the hallways at this hour.

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    I thought I’d made it free and clear as I tossed back my pill, until I heard a throat clear behind me. I turned around to see Lleyton sitting at the kitchen island, eyeing me curiously.
    “Headache?” he asked. “I wouldn’t blame you after that dinner.”
    I grinned and shook my head. “No, it’s just something to help me sleep.”
    “If you need that then I would say my brother’s not doing his job,” he teased.
    I laughed awkwardly at his joke, but a moment later his eyes filled with guilt.
    “I came down to sneak some milk and cookies,” he said. “It usually helps me sleep.”
    “I can imagine. Sugar coma.”
    “Will you join me?” he asked, heading towards the fridge.
    I lingered in place, not really sure what to do. I didn’t want to come off as rude, and I wasn’t certain what Jameson would expect from me in this situation. But this was his brother, and he seemed harmless enough, so I