room and found Katia bent over loading the washing machine, giving him a wonderful view of her amazing backside. Her beauty had been the first thing about her that he’d noticed but it was her intelligence, cunning and class that kept him coming back for more. In her he saw a kindred spirit.
“Looking good Katia,” he smiled, leaning against the doorframe.
She released a yelp and straightened up. “Alex, you made me jump,” she chided, slapping his arm, the only person in the world who could get away with such a gesture. In the year she’d been in Manchester her thick accent had softened, her voice husky and sexy. He found everything about the woman sexy, from her pink painted toenails and long slender white feet to her silky golden hair that curled around her sculpted face in a sleek bob.
“Why don’t you let Mrs Walker do that? That’s what I pay her for,” he said, gesturing to the laundry basket.
“I don’t want anyone touching my underwear, except you,” she said, twirling a white lace g-string around one finger.
“I can’t argue with that.”
She let the knickers drop back into the basket and took his face in her hands. “How was the funeral?”
“It went well, we gave Mum a good send-off.” His face creased into a frown. “Rachel and Ryan were there.” He’d told her all about them, including why he hated them so much. He didn’t trust anyone else enough to confide in them.
“I hope they behaved themselves?”
“Oh yes. You can’t say they don’t have a sense of occasion. It stuck in my throat how hypocritical they are, all righteous and judgemental after they made a fool of my brother. I told Leah she wasn’t Ryan’s daughter. Unfortunately they’d already got there first so it wasn’t the shock I intended.”
“Have they gone back to Devon?”
“Yes. I had them followed just to make sure. They didn’t have a clue. They’ve lost their edge, which gives me the advantage. I had Beth followed too. She had breakfast with Rachel before she left and didn’t tell me.”
“She didn’t? What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet, I’ll have to think about it, but it proves I can’t trust her.”
Katia saw her ultimate goal was in sight and that was becoming the second Mrs Maguire. She’d dropped many subtle hints over the past year that it would be best to get rid of Beth in whatever way he saw fit, she didn’t care how just as long as the woman was gone. But Alex remained reticent because she was the mother of his children. Katia was taking steps to rectify that balance, then he’d have no reason to keep the witch around.
She started to strip for him right there in the utility room. Not the most romantic of settings but Alex liked to have sex in unusual places. She loved the feel of his eyes on her bare skin, drinking in her body. He took her over the washing machine, which was going through its cycle. The vibration of the machine beneath her and Alex driving into her from behind made her body hum with pleasure, which erupted when the machine started its spin cycle. When it was over he carried her upstairs to start all over again in a more comfortable setting and she gloried beneath his touch, he could go for hours. She loved Alex Maguire more than her own life, she’d do anything for him, including saving him from the family that was dragging him down.
Beth couldn’t remember when she’d last laughed so much. She and Nick had so much fun just walking around the estate grounds and talking, learning more about each other. Nick felt more like a friend than a member of Alex’s staff and she sensed he wasn’t keeping an eye on her anymore, just enjoying her company. The wonderful spell was broken when they turned up the drive to her home.
“Alex isn’t back yet,” she said, relieved. He probably wouldn’t come home until very late or maybe not at all, which was fine by her. “Would you like to come in for a coffee?”
Nick glanced at the clock on the
“Looking good Katia,” he smiled, leaning against the doorframe.
She released a yelp and straightened up. “Alex, you made me jump,” she chided, slapping his arm, the only person in the world who could get away with such a gesture. In the year she’d been in Manchester her thick accent had softened, her voice husky and sexy. He found everything about the woman sexy, from her pink painted toenails and long slender white feet to her silky golden hair that curled around her sculpted face in a sleek bob.
“Why don’t you let Mrs Walker do that? That’s what I pay her for,” he said, gesturing to the laundry basket.
“I don’t want anyone touching my underwear, except you,” she said, twirling a white lace g-string around one finger.
“I can’t argue with that.”
She let the knickers drop back into the basket and took his face in her hands. “How was the funeral?”
“It went well, we gave Mum a good send-off.” His face creased into a frown. “Rachel and Ryan were there.” He’d told her all about them, including why he hated them so much. He didn’t trust anyone else enough to confide in them.
“I hope they behaved themselves?”
“Oh yes. You can’t say they don’t have a sense of occasion. It stuck in my throat how hypocritical they are, all righteous and judgemental after they made a fool of my brother. I told Leah she wasn’t Ryan’s daughter. Unfortunately they’d already got there first so it wasn’t the shock I intended.”
“Have they gone back to Devon?”
“Yes. I had them followed just to make sure. They didn’t have a clue. They’ve lost their edge, which gives me the advantage. I had Beth followed too. She had breakfast with Rachel before she left and didn’t tell me.”
“She didn’t? What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet, I’ll have to think about it, but it proves I can’t trust her.”
Katia saw her ultimate goal was in sight and that was becoming the second Mrs Maguire. She’d dropped many subtle hints over the past year that it would be best to get rid of Beth in whatever way he saw fit, she didn’t care how just as long as the woman was gone. But Alex remained reticent because she was the mother of his children. Katia was taking steps to rectify that balance, then he’d have no reason to keep the witch around.
She started to strip for him right there in the utility room. Not the most romantic of settings but Alex liked to have sex in unusual places. She loved the feel of his eyes on her bare skin, drinking in her body. He took her over the washing machine, which was going through its cycle. The vibration of the machine beneath her and Alex driving into her from behind made her body hum with pleasure, which erupted when the machine started its spin cycle. When it was over he carried her upstairs to start all over again in a more comfortable setting and she gloried beneath his touch, he could go for hours. She loved Alex Maguire more than her own life, she’d do anything for him, including saving him from the family that was dragging him down.
Beth couldn’t remember when she’d last laughed so much. She and Nick had so much fun just walking around the estate grounds and talking, learning more about each other. Nick felt more like a friend than a member of Alex’s staff and she sensed he wasn’t keeping an eye on her anymore, just enjoying her company. The wonderful spell was broken when they turned up the drive to her home.
“Alex isn’t back yet,” she said, relieved. He probably wouldn’t come home until very late or maybe not at all, which was fine by her. “Would you like to come in for a coffee?”
Nick glanced at the clock on the
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