CHAPTER 32

  She moved towards the kitchen sink and doused her hands with the lemongrass scented wash before turning on the faucet to rinse the lather off.

  “Besides, if you intend to use a carrot, cucumber, eggplant or any other sensuous fruit or vegetable to please yourself, I'd suggest you don't do that in my house and most definitely not with my own crops,” Logan grimaced at the thought of pleasing himself as Emerald wiped her hands off with a napkin before turning to face them.

  “Now, do you both mind telling me what the hell made you think it was appropriate to make such noise this early in the morning,” she gritted out.

  Oriana's downcast head immediately snapped up as she shot Logan a murderous glare, the young, half naked man returning her glare with another amused grin as he raised his hands in mock surrender.