Page 33 of Untroubled Heart

“This is like Romeo and Juliet.” I can’t help the breathless squeeze that my words become in my excitement. I’m practically swooning… over architecture, of all things.

“They were a balcony, if I’m not mistaken.” Mason’s heavy feet punctuate every stair with purpose.

“Are you a secret romance fan?” I smile over my shoulder, fiddling with a set of keys in the window lock. There’s a spare key on the ring that looks far too ornate for a window. “Movies or books?”

“Movies,” he says, the deep rumble of his voice travelling down my spine.

“Do you have a favourite?”

“Pretty Woman.” He answers without hesitation. “He’s a billionaire that drives a Lotus, very relatable.”

“You drive a monster truck.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, but I have a Ferrari and Bugatti at home.”

“Of course you do.”

He turns away, a slight glimmer in his eyes as he retreats down the short staircase.

“Well, I’m quite certain it would be a mistake to pass up a house with a princess tower,” I say, joining him at the bottom of the stairs.

“Princess? It’s a king’s tower.”

“It’s not very functional as a primary room.” I sigh, noticing even more details in the room—patches of the same brickwork from downstairs, exposed timber beams with the initials F & G carved along the side. “Plus, none of these windows is very good for watching the sunrise.”

“No one’s looking for the sun when you’re in bed,” he says, in such a perfect manner of teasing that I feel it straight between my legs.

“I would be. I’d love to snuggle in bed and watch the sun rise and have doors that open out to a patio letting in summer air, or smell the rain as it hits the earth in a storm.”

Mason stares at me, and I feel a little silly for getting lost in my daydream.

I clear my throat. “But this could be a cool playroom. I’d love to give Navie something like this. Hell, I’d probably steal it myself.”

“Really?

“Let’s just say you’re lucky I don’t have a million dollars, or I’d be fighting ya for it.” I poke his chest as I stroll past him. God, that thing’s firm.

“Actually, the asking price is four point five.”

My eyes almost fall out of my head. Four point five million dollars?

I click my tongue, feigning disappointment. “Just out of my price range.”

“That’s a shame. I would have hated fighting you for it.”

“You wouldn’t step aside and let a lady have it? That’s not very gentlemanly.”

He shakes his head, eyes alight with fire. “I’m very competitive. And I fight dirty.”

The way his voice drops an octave when he says dirty has my head throwing hands with my neglected libido. A shiver runs up my spine, so I try to disguise it by moving towards the exit, and I trip in my haste.

I gasp, my hands flying out, ready to catch myself, when a firm grip catches my wrist. I’m spinning on my heels, and an arm scoops behind my back, and for the second time today, my body is pressed against my boss’s. One blue eye, and one green, transfixed on mine. I’ve truly never seen anything more beautiful than his eyes.

“Why am I wet?” His tone is both baffled and amused.

I almost ask ‘You too?’ but thankfully, my mind rights itself right before my mouth speaks. “Excuse me?”

Mason looks between us where our chests are pressed together, and that’s when I register the wetness seeping through my bra and shirt, leaving two distinct patches against Mason’s front. Oh. My. God. I’ve leaked breastmilk on the man.