#Chapter41

The director

Ian's POV

The warmth of the sun heated up my face. I didn't want to wake up. Forcing my eyes open, I turned and faced my back to the window. Gabrielle was ogling at me, the yellow of the sun reflecting in her brown globes. She smiled and cupped my cheeks.

"What?" I asked, rubbing my hand on her hip.

"Nothing." She drew closer, the bedsheet sliding down her body. "You just look more handsome in the morning."

"Really?" I locked my brows.

"Yes." She rested her jaw on my chest and traced her hands on my abs. "I've got to say, you've got nice sex skills."...