Chapter 31

Simon gave a shrug. "I have no other plans for the rest of the day. Do you?"

"Well…no, not exactly." She shifted uncomfortably, obviously having no idea how the silk material of the robe once again outlined the fullness of her breasts. "I do have things to do before work in the morning, though."

"Such as?"

Sara frowned. "How about I take a shower and we talk about this again afterwards?" she said briskly. "I’d really like to freshen up now."

As it was almost twenty-four hours since Simon had last taken a shower, he could perfectly understand Sara's need to freshen up; he could do with a shave and a shower himself.

"You’ll find a spare toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet."

Sara raised dark, mocking brows. "Really?"

Simon could almost see the cogs of her imagination turning. "There’s also a spare razor in there—but you really shouldn’t infer anything from that!" he drawled dryly.

Colour flared in her cheeks. "Very funny!"

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