I curled my legs up under me, wrapping myself further into the blanket. I wasn’t even cold. I wasn’t sure why he had a fire going, it being August, but I was thankful for the distraction. “So they believed you had a woman in your cabin huh?”
“I do have a woman in my cabin.” A sly sneer spread across his face revealing his teeth.
I snickered at this. “You know what I mean. A real woman, not a girl.”
The sneer disappeared. “You are not a girl Eri. Please don’t think that. I don’t think that.” He shook his head.
I turned my attention back to the flames, noticing my underclothing hanging on the fire poker next to where Grayson sat. My mouth fell open and I turned the color of the coals. “What is my underwear doing out here?”
“I washed them.” He said this as if it was an every-day chore. “I tried to clean up your other clothes too, but there’s no way to salvage them.”
My underwear was hanging in front of Grayson. He had washed them! I started giggling uncontrollably. Grayson looked at me oddly, his mouth hitching up at the corner. “What?”
“I can’t believe you washed my underwear. I can’t believe those men saw them.”
“Your virtue is safe with me Eri. Don’t worry,” he said solemn, the frustration creasing his forehead again.
That expression took the humor out of the situation instantly. Why does he always have to get so serious, make me feel ridiculous? I curled in as far as the blanket and the chair permitted. Silence.
*excerpt from My Protector: The Calling*
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