By the way Helen spoke, Mandy almost thought she was another human from her time. The serene woman had appeared borderline ecstatic to meet her, despite Akkadi’s attempt to dull her enthusiasm. Besides, who else in this time would know anything at all about California?Akkadi glanced towards her, away then back when he saw her watching him. “I need my rest,” he said. “Don’t disturb me.”She sighed, not impressed by his blunt commands. For a few moments when he held her, he’d been approachable, sweet, the way he was when they met. Now he was back to himself.He stripped off his shirt and tossed it beside the round bed before lying down. Mandy’s gaze swept over his muscular frame. He had the body of a soccer player, lean and ripped, from his wide shoulders to the ridges of his abs. His trousers were slung low on his hips, revealing the ridges of muscles gripping his hips as well. He folded his arms beneath his head, oblivious to her inspection or how the position showed off the rounded muscles of his shoulders and thick biceps.She’d felt how solid and strong he was with his arms wrapped around her; seeing it was even more of a turn on.
