The 68th week’s theme of #MySexySaturday is I’m too sexy, you know, those characters who know exactly how sexy they are and are not afraid to flaunt it around? Yes, them.
Well, when I read what the theme was, one of my characters immediately popped into my mind. You’ll see him here and there in some of the books, but Soren only gets his story in book #9 of the series. Still, I hope this excerpt will make you want to read the whole story!
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Andrew yelled at him, his hand still on his chest. The damn shifter had nearly given him a heart attack! Soren was still looking around searching for an intruder, so Andrew stopped him. “There’s no one here but us, idiot! Now do you mind telling me what you were doing in my bed?” And oh god, Soren slept in the nude. The vision of his body was now seared into Andrew’s brain, the long limbs and white, white skin, the powerful chest and…his morning wood. Shit! “Cover yourself, damn it! I don’t want to see your-your…” Andrew gestured at Soren’s waving dick.
Soren seemed to think the situation was hilarious because he started laughing. “What? You don’t like the view?”
“No!” Soren raised a brow as he looked down Andrew’s body to his erection. Andrew grabbed his pillow and hid his dick under it. “It’s not for you, asshole. It’s a normal physiological reaction.”
“Yeah, sure. You can try to convince yourself of that, but we both know the truth.”
Andrew yelled in frustration and threw his pillow in Soren’s face before stomping away to the bathroom. He wanted to scream and then pout like a kid, but he wasn’t one, damn it! How was it possible that that man could make him feel like he was a hormone-ridden teenager again? Soren was getting under Andrew’s skin, and Andrew wasn’t sure he liked it. No, wait. He knew he liked it, and it made him furious with himself.
He hurried out of the shower to his room and got dressed. Andrew was starving, and the incredible scent of bacon and eggs came from his kitchen beckoned, so he headed that way. He found Soren in front of the stove, waving a spatula around as he danced to the radio. Thank god he had put some clothes on, because the scene might have given Andrew a permanent boner if Soren had been naked. It was already sexy as hell as it was, and Andrew couldn’t keep his eyes away from the tiger’s swaying hips and his amazing ass encased in tight denim.
Well, the man might be infuriating, but at least it seemed he was good at cooking. Maybe letting him stay in the house wouldn’t be too bad after all.
Andrew sat down at the table and waited for breakfast to be ready. Soren quickly finished and put his plate on the table before sitting down. One plate. Only one. Where was Andrew’s breakfast?
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