Yuri’s bluish gray orbs shot right through Rosetta, making her heart pump harder. “No, I wasn’t. Were you?” He appeared to have gathered his composure, she deduced.
Rosetta started to chortle, pointing a finger at him. “Yes, you did! What did you imagine, huh? I guess it was something else.”
“I just tried to picture what you said,” he honestly said.
Her eyes went round. “Seriously? And?”
“I did scrub your body,” he saying, eyes roving up and down her petite body. “With your clothes on.”
Rosetta’s jaw dropped, then she closed her mouth, nodding slowly. “Okay.”
His snicker was mocking as he gazed at her. “Why do you seem to be disappointed? Were you thinking I’d take off your clothes and scru—”
She shoved a piece of pork lechon into his mouth. Yuri was surprised, but he started to slo
