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.

thirty, she isn’t interested in a guy soon- to-be twenty-three. Which sucks since I’m beginning to love that she is older than the other women

I’m a kid compared to her since I lack her life experience. I mean… she was married before, so

want to just give

but I hear Linda shriek before I even make it there. Adrenaline pumps into my veins, and I pull up the door, ready

happened?!” I exclaim.

come into

shrieked, and it sounded like you might need my assistance,” I

have no clue why

bubbles, and I find myself wishing they weren’t hiding her breast, which surely are fuller than my

help coming

sit on it. She looks at me suspiciously, but she laughs

Good.

infiltrating her

got into the tub, and the water is just perfect,” she relaxes her back and closes her eyes with a half-

want me to rub

Is she happy about my offer or weirded out? Doesn’t matter. I have to win her over,

I will let you know that I’ve been praised for being a good masseur. I would spoil your back and get in there with my

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

stop that?!” She

she dislikes my

need to make

and

idea if that’s a good thing. “Confused how?”

I’m already sitting in the bathtub but can feel myself getting wetter.”

that response coming. Shit. Did she really say what I think she did? I keep laughing but rein in

we possibly

I ask.

“Sorry, that came out wrong… I skipped the dating part and everything, but-” she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, seeming to

rises to my chest. Is she laughing because I don’t find us being together impossible? Dating, of course, comes before that, but shooting me down without giving me a

relationship- material kind of guy?” I prod

I tell you something

“Of course.’

that. I’ve been married, and now, after some inner

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

at me.

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