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‘Morning,’ I chirp when he’s a few yards away, sweating and actually a little out of breath This is unusual He’s a robot when running, never displaying any signs of fatigue or over exertion

He grabs a towel that’s draped over a railing and starts rubbing hi, indeed’ His eyes travel down htly concealed by the posts that I’ behind ‘How do you feel?’

I have a quick think and do a bodily assess that I feel perfect I don’t feel sick at all ‘Fine’

‘Good,’ he approaches the pavilion and looks up at nature s is body ‘You’re soaked’

‘That’s because it’s fking hot’ He pulls away ‘Breakfast?’ He asks it as a question, but he doesn’t mean it as a question If I say no, then without question, I’d be growled at and possibly hauled in and force fed

‘I’llacross the veranda, towards our bedroo?’ he calls after me

‘To put so on’

‘Hey!’ he shouts, and I turn to see a face aith disgust ‘Get your naked arse in that kitchen, lady’

‘Excuseath He won’t besuch demands when I’m fit to burst I’ll put him off his food, but for now, I’ at it, so I retrace my steps and enter the villa, via the doors to the kitchen, receiving a swift slap of my backside as I pass Jesse

If our nor breakfast with both of us butt naked, then I love our noret ready because neither one of us can keep our hands off each other, then I really love our nor looked at like I’ve totally lost ain, lady’ He ru to himself as he assesses and tosses each of my beach dresses aside ‘You’ve done this on purpose’

‘It’s hot’ I laugh, standing in the centre of the roo as Jesse actually loses his own mind

‘But Christ, Ava!’ He holds up a strapless playsuit with very short shorts

‘You said I have great legs’ I argue

‘Yes, you have great fking everything, but that doesn’t mean I want everyone to know it’ He chucks the playsuit aside and grabs a long, floaty black dress with spaghetti straps ‘My eyes’ he affir with you?’ I snatch the dress froown at the anniversary party and my denim shorts’