needs my attention.” Planting a
quick, hard kiss on my lips, he got out of bed, threw on his slacks and headed
to the door.
After
a quick glance back at me to assure I wasn’t overly exposed – I’d gathered up
the sheets and had covered myself – he opened the door to find his butler
there.
“I’m
in the middle of something. This better be important.”
“It
is, sir. You have visitors.”
“Yes.
Yes. I know that. Monsieur Cooke arrived well over an hour ago. He went down
to have a look at the stables. If he returned, can you not tend to him in my
absence?”
“Sir…”
“Hold
on a minute. Did you say ‘visitors’? As in, more than one?”
“Exactly,
sir. The police have arrived and they wish to speak to Mademoiselle Lilly.”
“Right.
Tell them we’ll be right down.”
“Yes,
sir.”
Rial
closed the door and looked at me. “You ready for this? I could ask them to
come back tomorrow.”
“I’m
as ready as I’ll ever be. I want to get it over with.”
“It’s
going to be rough. You’ll have to explain everything that happened.”
“I
know, Rial, and I’m ready. Believe me. I can’t wait to tell them what those
men did so they can go on to spend the rest of their lives in jail.”
As
I got out of bed, he came to me, his stride strong and purposeful. Cupping my
cheeks, he pulled me in for a long, sweet kiss while his arms enveloped me.
“You’re one hell of a woman, you know that?”
Blushing,
I smiled. “I’m starting to know it.”
He
reached for a lock of my hair as his gaze took me in, all of me. “You were a
sex fiend just moments ago, and you now look like a woman whose wildest desires
have been fulfilled, and to top it off, you're ready to face the difficult
interview that is sure to come. You amaze me.”
“I
guess I sometimes amaze myself.” I shrugged. “But I have to do what I have to
do. Then it’ll be over. We can move on.”
“Right.”
Biting his bottom lip, he looked hungrily at me. “You look so hot right now.
Your hair disheveled and wild, you cheeks flushed with passion and your body
glowing with desire. I want to start all over again and fuck you, but…” He
grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and gave me a sound pat on the behind.
“You need to shower, wipe the sex off your face and tame your hair. Then we’ll
go down and take care of this.”
I
looked sidelong at the mirror beside the closet door. Indeed, I looked a mess;
a wild and sex crazed mess. “I’ll be quick and join you in a few minutes.”
While
he headed out to meet with the police, I hurried into the bathroom and took a
quick, cool shower. After drying off, I opted to pull my damp hair back into a
tight ponytail instead of wasting time drying it out. Then came the question
of what to wear.
Rial
had arranged to have almost all my clothes brought over, but I couldn’t think
of anything from my wardrobe that would be appropriate.
I
wanted to look fresh and in charge, but I wanted something demure and simple.
Mentally going over my every item in my wardrobe, I headed to my room and threw
open my closet.
Once
again, Rial surprised me. In addition to the clothes he’d had brought from my
place, he had filled the closet with an assortment of beautiful designer
clothes for virtually every occasion. Elegant and feminine suits for business
meetings, fanciful summer dresses for strolls in the park and sexy little
numbers for our intimate dinners for two. At the far right were a series of
cocktail dresses followed by a few full length gowns. In the back of it all
was a wall of shoes; spike heels, peep toes, sling backs, flip flops, sneakers,
ankle boots… and on and on.
“Rial,”
I whispered. “There’s too much to choose from. I don’t know where to start.”
Despite
that moment of protest, I started on the left side of the closet, flicking one
hanger after the other. Among the summer
quick, hard kiss on my lips, he got out of bed, threw on his slacks and headed
to the door.
After
a quick glance back at me to assure I wasn’t overly exposed – I’d gathered up
the sheets and had covered myself – he opened the door to find his butler
there.
“I’m
in the middle of something. This better be important.”
“It
is, sir. You have visitors.”
“Yes.
Yes. I know that. Monsieur Cooke arrived well over an hour ago. He went down
to have a look at the stables. If he returned, can you not tend to him in my
absence?”
“Sir…”
“Hold
on a minute. Did you say ‘visitors’? As in, more than one?”
“Exactly,
sir. The police have arrived and they wish to speak to Mademoiselle Lilly.”
“Right.
Tell them we’ll be right down.”
“Yes,
sir.”
Rial
closed the door and looked at me. “You ready for this? I could ask them to
come back tomorrow.”
“I’m
as ready as I’ll ever be. I want to get it over with.”
“It’s
going to be rough. You’ll have to explain everything that happened.”
“I
know, Rial, and I’m ready. Believe me. I can’t wait to tell them what those
men did so they can go on to spend the rest of their lives in jail.”
As
I got out of bed, he came to me, his stride strong and purposeful. Cupping my
cheeks, he pulled me in for a long, sweet kiss while his arms enveloped me.
“You’re one hell of a woman, you know that?”
Blushing,
I smiled. “I’m starting to know it.”
He
reached for a lock of my hair as his gaze took me in, all of me. “You were a
sex fiend just moments ago, and you now look like a woman whose wildest desires
have been fulfilled, and to top it off, you're ready to face the difficult
interview that is sure to come. You amaze me.”
“I
guess I sometimes amaze myself.” I shrugged. “But I have to do what I have to
do. Then it’ll be over. We can move on.”
“Right.”
Biting his bottom lip, he looked hungrily at me. “You look so hot right now.
Your hair disheveled and wild, you cheeks flushed with passion and your body
glowing with desire. I want to start all over again and fuck you, but…” He
grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and gave me a sound pat on the behind.
“You need to shower, wipe the sex off your face and tame your hair. Then we’ll
go down and take care of this.”
I
looked sidelong at the mirror beside the closet door. Indeed, I looked a mess;
a wild and sex crazed mess. “I’ll be quick and join you in a few minutes.”
While
he headed out to meet with the police, I hurried into the bathroom and took a
quick, cool shower. After drying off, I opted to pull my damp hair back into a
tight ponytail instead of wasting time drying it out. Then came the question
of what to wear.
Rial
had arranged to have almost all my clothes brought over, but I couldn’t think
of anything from my wardrobe that would be appropriate.
I
wanted to look fresh and in charge, but I wanted something demure and simple.
Mentally going over my every item in my wardrobe, I headed to my room and threw
open my closet.
Once
again, Rial surprised me. In addition to the clothes he’d had brought from my
place, he had filled the closet with an assortment of beautiful designer
clothes for virtually every occasion. Elegant and feminine suits for business
meetings, fanciful summer dresses for strolls in the park and sexy little
numbers for our intimate dinners for two. At the far right were a series of
cocktail dresses followed by a few full length gowns. In the back of it all
was a wall of shoes; spike heels, peep toes, sling backs, flip flops, sneakers,
ankle boots… and on and on.
“Rial,”
I whispered. “There’s too much to choose from. I don’t know where to start.”
Despite
that moment of protest, I started on the left side of the closet, flicking one
hanger after the other. Among the summer
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