Ah?
Amelia stared at him, so embarrassed she wished she could disappear into the floor.
Is this what he meant?
So, was it her own dirty thoughts that went astray?
"Of course, if you're kind enough to take care of another kind of 'need' for me, I wouldn't argue." His laughter deepened, with an even more devilish charm as his gaze fell on the woman's smooth, porcelain skin, fresh from her bath, fragile enough to break with a touch. Desire surged through him. "You know, ever since our divorce, I've been as faithful as a monk until now…"
"Enough!" Amelia couldn't take it anymore and cut him off sharply, hastily walking around to the other side of the bed.
"I don't care which side you sleep on, but you'd better behave yourself. If you try anything funny, I'll kick you right off!"
With that, she didn't pay him any more attention. She climbed into bed, pulled the covers tightly around herself, and buried herself completely.