Chapter 55

“A thousand times. But I didn’t have the money,” he admitted, shrugging.

“Well, now I think you do,” the Englishman teased, licking his lips.

God, that tongue…how much Reggie wanted to taste it again.

“How much did you get? A million?”

Reggie blushed, looking away. More because of his tongue and not his question. “One million one hundred thousand,” he admitted.

“So if you could use it to redecorate this house, where would you begin?” Russell asked, approaching him.

Was he a mind reader? Jesus, he was so near, Reggie could smell his soapy scent.

“Mmm, I’d start with the garden,” he answered, nodding out the window. “It’s a little bare.”

“Okay, tell me what you’d do.”