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And the nightgown and robe were to-die-for A soft peach silk, thin straps, fitted si skirt that went tobut, as with the panties, the bodice and hps of the gown fit snug (clearly, the other Cora was also a cup size s sheer chiffon with a wide satin sash

They felt great and even snug looked great and were relatively co my hair with the silver-handled brush Cora had left behind, the scent of gardenia inbehind me in Tor’s bedroom (which esoray, it had asmack in the middle of the colossal roo, plush sofas and chairs scattered around, glea ivory marbled floors that werethem and warm blue-painted walls) and I stared at the view There was incense one of the led nicely with the gardenia

I was brushingPrincess Cora Goode Hawthorne was a total, freaking idiot

Sure, her house and the area surrounding it were gorgeous but this, all of it, including theIdiot

I heard a noise, turned to face the rooh the room completely nad except for a black bathsheet fastened loose around his hips

Holy freaking crap!

With an unsteady hand, I set the brush on the balustrade and stared

I’d seen his chest but that was it I knew he had great thighs and he was hard everywhere but now I saw he had great calves and the indentations around his hips, the definition of his abs, the veins drifting up his belly and down his forear-ish, black hair wet and slicked back

Yowza!

I tore h one of the many doors that led off his bedrooht it was rude and I should ask but by the time I could, I was alone)

What I kneas, it was not the bathroom door

Where had he bathed?

In his bathsheet he walked right out onto the patio and, honest to God, he looked straight out of the movie with the candlelit roo in the light breeze and hiled to find my voice, found it and asked, “Where did you bathe?”

His head jerked and I belatedly noticed he’d been staring, quite intently, at my body and my words startled him out of a reverie

His eyes cut to my face and he answered, “My bath”

“You have a bath?” I asked as he got closer

“Yes”

“Is it so that eird and also thinking of hi swooningin front ofto my waist “I have a private bath and you have a private bath They’re separate I used mine…” his eyes slid over my wet hair, “and apparently you used yours”

We both had our own bathrooms?

Whoa Cool!

“Cool,” I smiled up at him

His hands slid up to my ribs “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, have you?”

“Yes”

“The food was really good,” I inforet in my bed”

I blinked “What?”

“If you don’t want et that beautiful arse of yours in my bed”

My belly dipped and ers bit into ed an inch closer

“Now, Cora,” he ordered low

“Uhtly on his biceps and suggested, “I think oing, um… between you and , you know, that I ht be catapulted back to my world at any time”