CHAPTER 21: “Can I Have It In My Room Instead?”

I’m not sure what’s worse, was it the embarrassment of being caught red handed and greatly misunderstood of having an intimate contact with the stranger I was battling with earlier by the barista; or is it the fact that somehow, I’m starting to like the sensation of being in this masked stranger’s arms?

One thing’s for sure, I’m grateful I didn’t fall back down the stairs, but I have to get out of here or I’ll die from self pity.

“Do you want to do this in an inn, darling?” The masked stranger pulled me to his chest even closer, his breath fanning my face as he whispered close.

Blood instantly tinted my cheeks from the heated embarrassment and before I knew it, I found myself pushing his rock hard chest away from me.

I pat my clothes disgustingly as though he has tainted it dirty while I try to avoid his gaze as much as I can.

With my head up high, I pull the painting even closer to me. “I’d appreciate it if you keep your jokes to yourself, and um—” I clear my throat as I subtly glan