The Billionaire's Marriage Contract(40)

Before she went in, she grabbed a pair of shorts from the suitcase. They were barely more than underwear, and they looked like they’d be a tight fit, but she figured it was better than parading in front of Ethan completely naked. She wasn’t sure she was ready for Ethan to see her like that. Not yet, anyway.

She had locked the door to the bathroom behind her, but the entire time she was in the shower, Amy imagined Ethan opening the door and walking inside, standing just outside the glass door to the shower as her anticipation mounted and then letting himself inside as the steam wrapped around their naked bodies. What was the shame in a little bit of fantasy? Amy thought as she finished up her shower and began to dry off. As she slid into the shorts, she heard Ethan entering the bedroom. She thought for a moment about going out in a towel, but decided against it. If he was going to flirt with her, she was going to see what he was made of.

Amy looked at herself in the mirror. A thin film of fog clung to the surface, blurring her view of herself. She liked the effect. It was almost like she was looking at someone else in the mirror, someone sexy and self-confident in the bedroom. She wondered what Ethan would think when he saw her.

As Amy stepped out of the bathroom, she glanced at Ethan sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers. The cool air rolled over her skin as she snuck a peek at his torso. She feigned surprise and said, “I didn’t know you were here.” She took careful note of the way Ethan looked at her. Amy could tell he was checking her out, but since she had just done the same, she couldn’t complain. She was in short shorts and a bra, and she wanted Ethan to admire her body. She couldn’t deny that either. After letting Ethan ogle her for a moment, she cleared her throat and said, “So… how do I, your wife, compare to your last girlfriend? I have trouble keeping track of all of them in my head. I just see a parade of exotic women with perfect figures.”

Ethan smiled, “I see a perfect figure, too.” Amy had set herself up for that one. He had been thinking about Amy’s body all day. He had stripped down to his boxers so he could jump in the shower, but, now that he had Amy in front of him, he had other ideas. Amy hardly ever wore clothes that showed it off properly, but now that she was stripped down to almost nothing, Ethan couldn’t help but stare. He loved the little lines along the side of her abs, and he liked her thighs. As he stared at her legs, he said, “To be honest, they’ve all kind of blended together in my head. For the great range of their backgrounds, they all shared the same interest.”

“And what’s that, you?”

Ethan laughed. “No, themselves. I guess that was the draw. They would rather stare at themselves in the mirror than look at any man, never mind me. I gave them the attention they craved, and they never paid attention to me long enough to see that I had nothing to offer.”

“Other than money and fame,” Amy replied. “There must have been some reason they stayed with you.” The washboard abs definitely didn’t hurt. “If half of what I was able to keep out of the tabloids was true…” As she looked at him, Amy wondered again what it would be like to give herself to Ethan. She imagined he would be a considerate lover. She imagined him slipping his hands under her panties and pulling them down around her thighs as she let out a little gasp of excitement. She imagined him kissing and licking her body as she got more and more excited.

“I’ve learned a few things over the past few years.”

Amy turned back to the suitcase and wondered if she should put on a t-shirt. If Ethan wanted to seduce her, he’d have to do better than that speech. As she reached for the shirt, Ethan added, “Yeah, and I’d want to give myself completely to you. I couldn’t do that with women who were barely there.”

“Poor rich boy,” Amy said. “So lonely with your beautiful women.”

Then Ethan said, “I like when a woman can hold her own. Confidence and wit do a lot more for me than anything else.”

“Really?” Amy said. “And I thought you were after me for my money. So that’s why you’ve been flirting with me, because I can string together a sentence? What am I supposed to find attractive about you?”

“Would you like me to show you?” Ethan asked. He gave her a wink, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe the rumors about you are true.”

“Come over here,” Ethan said. He reached his arm out. “Get just close enough. Come on,” he said.

Amy stepped forward, slowly making her way across the room toward the bed. She couldn’t tell if Ethan was joking with her or if he was making a point, but the closer she got, the more excited she became. She wanted him. She wanted to jump on top of him and pin him to the bed. She wanted to have her way with him. God, it had been so long since she had been with a man. “So that’s your secret?” Amy asked. “Cologne and an authoritative voice?”