Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 94

So firm. So pale…

The words popped into Selene’s mind before she could stop herself.

Adrian turned and caught her gaze, his eyes sharp and knowing, as if he could read every thought flitting across her mind.

Selene flushed, feeling as if she’d just been caught red–handed. Embarrassed, she hurried over and offered, “Let me help you with that.”

Adrian’s heart leapt with satisfaction.

It hadn’t been for nothing, all that elaborate posturing–he’d been deliberately fussing with his back since Selene went into the bathroom, pretending to struggle with the bandages. Then, just as she glanced his way, he’d “accidentally” spilled the medicine down his trousers.

Selene took the bottle from his hand, dipped a cotton swab in the liquid, and gently

dabbed it onto the wound on his back.

Whoever had stitched him up had done a masterful job. If it weren’t for the angry red mark on his skin, you’d never guess he’d been hurt at all.

“I’m sorry,” Selene said quietly, her sincerity unmistakable. “You saved Daph. I never really thanked you for that.”

She managed a smile. “How about I treat you to dinner? If you’d rather not eat out, I can cook for you at home. Seriously, name anything you want–I’m always up for learning a new recipe.”

Adrian already knew what he wanted. “Then promise me one thing.”

She blinked at him. “What is it?”

He picked up a crisp white shirt, slipping it on with deliberate slowness.

The motion caught Selene’s eye, but he left his sentence hanging as he started buttoning up. She couldn’t help but notice the way his movements seemed to slow down, the way his chest curved beneath the fabric, the defined ridges of muscle along his stomach, the sharp line disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.

She held her breath, feeling a wave of raw masculinity radiate from him.

He was doing this on purpose.

Button by button, he coaxed her gaze downward from his chest to his waist.

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Just as Selene’s mind started to wander, Adrian glanced over, his expression the picture of innocence, as if any suggestion of seduction was all in her imagination.

A jolt of embarrassment shot through Selene. Then she heard him say-

“There’s a street race tonight up on Bellcrest Mountain. I already put money in the prize pool, but now that I’m injured, I can’t drive.”

He looked right at her. “I need a driver. If you win, we split the prize money fifty–fifty. Sound fair?”

Adrian much preferred the idea of seeing Selene tearing across the open highway, wild and free, rather than cooped up in a kitchen surrounded by clouds of steam.

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