Chapter. 9 Suductive scene

When he finally let go of her hand, Elizabeth was gasping for air and enraged. She gave him a furious look as they stood face to face in the master bedroom. refusing to give in to his scowl's intimidation.

"Anthony,when did you turn into a barbarian I never thought you would use cave man methods."

She could tell that her suave, sophisticated, and rigid husband did not like the term "barbarian" by the way his mouth shrank and his eyes widened. He pulled her up against him by grabbing her wrist.

"Darling, you haven't yet noticed the barbarian in me. "

He was intimidating her with his entire body, leaning over and into her, nose to nose with her, saying, "I advise you not to push me on this, not unless you want things to get really ugly between us.".

"I-I don't see how things could possibly become more ugly. " she muttered.

Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as he said, "You really don't want to find out how much worse it can get, trust me on that."

She felt a betraying flash of heat emerge from the pit of her stomach and spread outward as she suddenly realized how closely she was pressed against him. Despite the fact that Anthony never really let himself relax in bed, he was still a fantastic lover and he always made sure she had a climax, perhaps even in spite of the clinical precision with which he performed the act. She could not help but react to him, even though she would have traded any number of those orgasms for a kiss or even some after-action affection. She was always susceptible to his charm. Chemistry was a terrible thing; sometimes it just ignited between the wrong people.

She could still see him through closed eyes and noticed his breathing and heart rate had suddenly changed. Their breath mingled and came in jagged gasps as he leaned in closer until his mouth was almost in contact with hers. Their lips would be in contact if she only shifted her head an inch. When he abruptly cursed and moved away from her, she tensed up because she couldn't help herself. Theresa blinked and experienced a sense of awakening from a trance.

He put his hand in the small of her back and pushed her gently toward the bed, saying, "Just go to bed.".

"I won't be having.-"She started to object.

"I know." He interjected "I'm not really in the mood for it either. "

"You won't touch me, right?"

"Not unless you want me to." He appeared to be unconcerned by the outcome as he shrugged.

"I don't want to" She firmly proclaimed,

He turned away from her and removing his casual shirt, leaving him suddenly naked from the chest up. As usual, he took her breath away, and she had to will herself to leave the seductive scene of her husband's half-naked body and go to bed. She hid under the covers and turned away from him, but she was painfully aware of every sound he made as he made his way toward the bathroom while also removing more clothing. It was endearing how Anthony would casually drop a shirt here and a sock there because he was such a precise and controlled man in every other area of his life. Obviously anticipating that the magical janitorial fairies would clean up after him. Elizabeth,who was a bit of a neat freak and would compulsively pick up and fold everything he dropped, was usually that "magical cleaning fairy.". He could darn well pick up his own shirts, she suddenly thought irately, so that's not the case anymore.

She suddenly wryly admitted to herself that she would only be able to keep this resolution until the maid arrived and cleaned it up. Being fabulously wealthy had one advantage over those who were less fortunate: one didn't have to worry about simple tasks like cleaning up after oneself. Anthony also grew up with the impression that the world revolved around him. Even though Elizabeth's family had wealth as well, she had never taken anything for granted, not with a emotionally distant father who was quite relentless in pointing out her flaws.

He hadn't closed the bathroom door completely, so a tiny sliver of light spilled into the pitch-black room as she sighed softly and turned over to look. She could see steam coming out of the door's edges and smell the spicy scent of his soap as he was taking a shower. The sound of him rustling through his towel as he dried it interrupted the shower abruptly. As she heard the towel fall to the ground after he was done, she grinned softly to herself. He typically showered, shaved in the shower, and brushed his teeth afterward.

She was painfully familiar with every aspect of his nightly grooming.

He walked out into the dark bedroom five minutes after the en-suite light went out. She only had to glimpse his silhouette to recognize that he was naked, and she felt a tinge of panic when she realized that he had every intention of entering the bed in that manner.