A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 66

Mark

The world is a strange place.

I’m staying with my therapist, Linda, in a hotel room. It’s the weirdest turn of events ever. Yet it feels so right. Our date night was amazing. I had fun and didn’t want to go home by the end.

I think Linda felt the same way if I’m to judge by her suddenly saying she lives far away. I took it as a hint of her wanting to spend more time with me since we both know I could easily have ordered a cab for her.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, we are getting ready for bed in a shared couple’s room. I’m sitting on the small couch inside, grinning at Linda, who picks up a clean, folded towel from the edge of the bed.

“Do I get to join you in the bathtub?” I tease, knowing she is tipsy and might say yes if I try hard enough.

I put on the charm and flutter my eyelashes at her. Linda rolls her eyes, and I have to fight a smile. I’ve always been flirtatious by nature. In my youth, I’ve said things to girls I don’t really mean. But Linda can see straight through me. She knows I’m a guy who jokes around, but I fear I might not be joking.

I’m fully serious and one hundred percent attracted to Linda.

“Harr-harr, very funny,” Linda says and opens the bathroom before taking one last glance at me. “I appreciate the fact that you’re taking the couch. You’re a true gentleman.”

My lips twitch. I hadn’t planned on taking

the couch, and it won’t be fun sleeping on

it either. Since I only wear my boxer briefs and t-shirt, I understand why she thinks I’m taking the couch.

I don’t want it, though. I want us to share a bed together, but I will just play along for now. “Yeah, sure.”

She smiles. “Thanks.”

Linda enters the bathroom, and I stare at the wall until I hear the water come on. There is a bathtub, and I know she will be bubbling. But… she didn’t lock the door… is that an invitation?

Or am I reading too much into it?

Probably the last.

Though, can anyone blame me?

After an excellent dinner and a few more hours talking into the early morning, I’m crushing hard on this woman. Linda is out of my league, though, and I doubt she is interested in me.

Linda has told me she is looking for an older man. At thirty, she isn’t interested in a guy soon- to-be twenty-three. Which sucks

see myself dating Linda. But Linda probably thinks I’m a kid compared to her since I lack her life experience. I mean… she was married before,

don’t want to just give up.

for the bathroom, but I hear Linda shriek before I even make it there. Adrenaline pumps into

I

me. “You can’t just come into the bathroom when a woman is

I ask. “You shrieked, and it sounded like you might need my assistance,” I look around the

clue why you shrieked. Did

into the bathtub,” Linda admits. She is surrounded by bubbles, and I find myself wishing they weren’t hiding her

I grin. “Do you want my help coming out then? We wouldn’t want another accident.”

and lower the lid to sit on it. She looks

Good.

infiltrating

will still be sitting here for a while, Mark. I just got into the tub, and the water is just perfect,” she relaxes

to

at me. I can’t read her expression. Is she happy about my offer or

“And I will let you know that I’ve been praised for being a good masseur. I would spoil your back

if that is a good thing, but then she glares at me, and I decide it must be a bad sign.

you stop that?!” She

she dislikes my flirting?

make sure. “Stop what?”

again,” she whines and sighs heavily in her seat. “It’s making me confused.”

have no idea if that’s a good thing.

I’m already sitting in

I did not see that response coming. Shit. Did she really say what I think she did? I keep

couldn’t we possibly be

I ask.

turns redder. “Sorry, that came out wrong… I skipped the dating part and everything, but-” she sinks

Dating, of course, comes before that, but shooting me down without giving me

I’m a relationship- material kind of guy?” I prod the issue, needing her to

I tell you something without

“Of course.’

something serious right now, and I’m looking for just that. I’ve been married, and now, after some inner healing, I’m

can be serious?” My words come out like a challenge,

at

with the right girl, but Mark, you’re twenty-two, and I’m not saying this to be mean, but…