Gerald's POV
"I thought you claimed you had no interest in getting me into your bed?" she questioned, her fingertip tracing a slow path down my torso.
That barely-there contact sent electricity coursing through my entire nervous system. My mouth went completely dry as I struggled to find my voice.
"I brought you up here to assist you," I managed, maintaining composure despite the heat climbing up my neck.
She cocked her head sideways, her mouth forming that maddening little smile. "So now that you've assisted me, what happens next?"
I drew in a measured breath, centering myself. "Well, you clearly cannot return downstairs right now. Not until the liquor completely clears your bloodstream. You should rest here."
She let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing herself backward into the pillows before leaning toward me once more.
"That sounds incredibly dull. The first time I'm finally ready for excitement, you become a complete killjoy."
