Chapter 9

★ANGELITA★

Dinner was prepared. I had helped the maids set the table for two—my husband and me. Once we were finished, I climbed up to our floor. When I reached it, my heart thumped. I was only going to call him down for dinner.

"It's not like we are consummating our marriage, Angelita! Don't be scared!" With that, I smoothed my dress, then knocked before opening his door and slipping inside.

When I did, I stopped dead in my tracks.

My husband was standing in the center of his room, all six feet of him, wearing just a towel. The towel didn't even hide his V-line and strong legs.

My face flamed up, and I swirled around immediately before he could turn around. I heard his low chuckle, and it did something in my belly.

"What are you turning around for, darling?" His voice purred from a distance behind me. "I'm your husband, anyway."