Chapter 861: The Heat (R-18)
Arabelle seemed to realise that they were in public too and quickly walked out of the elevator, aware of his gaze on her. She could feel the goosebumps all over her where he had touched her and even now, she could feel his gaze on her... specifically her a** which she was sure he was checking out. Dam* it! Why did she have to wear her shortest dress today? She felt naked now.
Determined not to give him the satisfaction of how she found him irresistable as well, she opened her door and gestured for him to follow her inside. But before she could step in, he spoke again, his tone losing some of its edge.
"Wait."
She paused, glancing back at him warily. "What now?"
His gaze softened slightly, " Before we enter, I want to say something. Thank you, Arabelle. For helping me. You didn’t have to, but you did. I don’t take that lightly."
Her irritation about their attraction wavered at the sincerity in his voice, and she looked away, fiddling with her car keys. Why could he not be a jerk? Did he have to be so decent? "Don’t read too much into it. I just don’t like seeing people get hurt."
Arabelle stepped inside, tossing her keys onto the small console table by the door and as he stepped inside, she closed and locked the door behind him.
As Rafe watched her lock themself in, his sharp eyes roamed over the apartment, taking in the sterile decor—the untouched sofa, the blank walls, the barely-there personal touches. It felt more like a rental than a home.
"Nice place," he commented, "But it doesn’t feel like... you."