His gaze darkened as he hovered over me. “Be careful, kitten. I could get used to you saying that.”
Spurred on by the heated stare leveled at me, I ran a finger down his shirt. “Is that so, Mr. Holden?”
“Vixen,” he muttered, nipping at my earlobe. “I’ll deal with you when I come back.”
“I’m counting on it.”
“Wow.” The throaty laugh I loved so much filled the room. “Someone is extra feisty tonight.”
I heard him chuckling all the way to the door. Once he was gone, I decided to take another self-guided tour of his house. Strolling past the master bedroom and home office, I noticed a closed door at the far end of the hallway. I twisted the doorknob and was surprised to find it locked. My curiosity shot off the charts. I figured it was a second bedroom but why keep it under lock and key? What is he hiding now? Scolding myself for always assuming the worst, I went to his bedroom. The camera sat on his bureau. I grabbed it, turned on the preview screen and almost dropped it.
A picture of me sleeping popped up. Thank goodness I wasn’t slack jawed or drooling in the photo. I actually looked quite peaceful with one hand curled under my chin. Taking a deep breath, I scrolled through more photos. They were all of me. He must have taken a dozen while I was sleeping. The rest were from when he’d been lurking by the door.
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