Title: Part-Time Husband
Series: Trophy Husbands #1
Author: Noelle Adams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2018
On a Wednesday afternoon, I ask Trevor Bentley to marry me. He might be the most arrogant, obnoxious man I know, but I need him to be my husband for a year.
There are reasons.
He's not going to be a real husband. Just part-time. Yes, I have to live with him. And, okay, I also have to share his bed. And, sure, he's the sexiest and most exciting thing to ever happen to my controlled, organized life.
But still... It's only a part-time marriage. I'm not going to give him my heart. I know what I'm doing, and I'm too smart to fall for my husband.
Iâm feeling warm and relaxed when I finally get out of the bathtub. I usually donât walk around the apartment unless Iâm covered up, but since Trevor isnât here I just wrap a towel around me. My hair is piled up messily on my head, and Iâm carrying my bath salts and soap.
I open the bathroom door and nearly run smack into Trevor.
I give a little squeal and immediately look to make sure my towel is in place. âI didnât know you were home.â
âI just got back.â
âI was in the bath.â
âI know that.â Heâs looking very sexy in that end-of-the-day way he has. Five-oâclock shadow. Slightly loosened tie and collar. Half-lowered eyelids.
God, the man is hot.
âI could smell you as soon as I walked in the door,â he adds, the slightly rough words doing nothing for my flustered state of mind.
âYou smelled me?â Iâm thinking all kinds of things at the moment, and none of them are suitable to share with the man in front of me.
He reaches over, and I swallow over a quick intake of breath. I think heâs going to touch me. I want him to touch me.
He touches my bath salts instead. âThis stuff you put in your bath. I smelled it as soon as I walked in, so I knew you were in the bath.â
Itâs perfectly logical. And kind of a disappointment.
His hand moves from the bath salts, and his fingertips slowly trail up my towel to the bare skin at my collarbone. Itâs barely a touch, but it makes my skin flush and a pulsing begin between my legs.
âWhat did you think?â he asks, his voice a little thicker than normal.
âWhat did I think about what?â I have no idea what heâs talking about. My brain isnât exactly functioning at the moment.
âWhat did you think I smelled?â
âIâ¦ I didnât know.â
It feels like he sees.
It feels like he sees all of me.
Iâm staring at his plum-colored tie because itâs safer than meeting his eyes right now. I donât want him to know how Iâm feeling, how his touch, his presence is affecting me.
âAre you planning to move out of the doorway? I need to use the bathroom.â
And thatâs like a load of bricks on my breathlessness. Iâm able to meet his gaze now with a cool expression as I step out of the doorway.
Iâm on my way out of the room when he says, âWe can return to this particular conversation a little later in bed if you want.â
The asshole knows exactly what I was feeling just now.
Fortunately Iâm not feeling it anymore.
âI donât think so.â
I turn my head and see him smirking at me, as if he thinks heâs already won.
He hasnât won.
âYes, Iâm sure. The problem is that any kind of conversation with you involves your infuriating personality, and that just doesnât work for me.â
âI think it does.â
âYou think wrong. And I thought you had to go to the bathroom.â
âI do. Weâll resume this conversation at a later date.â
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasnât stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.