After a few minutes of getting cleaned up, Scarlet left the bedroom first as she could not go any longer without food. She sat on the bed eating while Ian collected the clothes Florence finally had sent up for him.
"Are you not fond of shirts?" Scarlet questioned since he folded the shirt given to him and kept the pants in his hands.
"Your eyes keep going to my chest. I thought that I would spoil you," Ian replied, seeing the glances she was sneaking even now.
He had been fit to be able to move around to protect himself but now he had another good use for it as Scarlet kept staring. She was staring more than usual so he felt the need to put on a good show for her.
If Scarlet wasn't more mindful of how she looked at him, she just might end up beneath him again or for more fun, on top of him. Ian was leaving it to her to decide if she was going to be in the mood again.
Please add it to your library!