"You're an asshole, Rhett." Genevieve cursed at him.
He knew what he was doing to her, how his body affected her in ways she couldn't explain but yet this bastard was still showing his asset to her.
"I know," he told her with a smirk.
He knew what he was doing to her, he knew the effect he was having on her but he wasn't going to stop. He knew she was getting bothered by this because her breathing had changed and her eyes looked a bit darker than before. And the way she looked at him; he liked that very much.
"You could not wait for me to go out before taking your bath right?" She asked.
"Nope, where is the fun in that." He stretched his arms, giving her a perfect view of how strong and muscled they were.
"Bastard!" She cursed under her breath but he could hear her clear.
And even though he heard her, he did not react or act like he did.