Chapter 7

Andre shook his head, his thoughts derailed by the sight of her white teeth trapping her plump lower lip. His mouth worked to reply to her compliment, but he'd lost the ability to speak. His trapped erection was painfully straining against his shorts, and he didn't dare let her think he was being a creep.

He jumped up from the couch, pulling away from the delicious feel of her body. "I--I need to use the bathroom."

He saw her eyes lock on the ridge pressed against his shorts, then he fled to the only room he could go to with a door to put between them. Between her soft touch, her closeness, and her biting her lip, his libido had gotten away from him.

He had to get relief.

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What was wrong with her?

Cassandra watched Andre rush away and almost called out to him to apologize. He made her a wonderful meal, cleaned up after her, and she rewarded him by teasing him unmercifully? After what he'd been through? What kind of monster was she?

She tu