curious
look and he blurted out, “You’re not wearing glasses.”
She touched her face self-consciously.
“Yeah, I normally don’t anymore. I just hadn’t picked up my contacts yesterday
so, you know…”
She trailed off before taking a small sip
of water. He searched frantically for something to say as silence filled the
large kitchen. “How’s your dad feeling today?”
She closed her eyes briefly before smiling
at him. “Hungover, but that’s nothing new. I,” she paused and gave him a
heartbreaking look of shame, “I spoke with dad about your money. He hasn’t
spent all of it but he’s refusing to give me the rest of it.”
“That’s okay,” he said.
“It isn’t,” she insisted. “It’s not okay
at all but I - the thing is - I lost my job yesterday and I don’t have a lot of
extra money.”
“Mirabelle, it doesn’t matter. I don’t
need you to pay me back the money.”
She glared at him. “I don’t need your
charity, Bennett.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said
quickly. “I just meant that – “
“I was thinking,” she interrupted, “that
maybe I could pay my father’s debt to you in some way other than money.”
An image rose in his mind, one that was
darkly inviting and utterly intoxicating. Mirabelle, naked in his bed, moaning
and gasping as he buried his face between those pale thighs of hers. He drank
the glass of water in four large gulps. Somehow he didn’t think Mirabelle
would accept his proposal of bringing her to orgasm repeatedly in exchange for
her father’s debt. The coolness of the water did nothing to drown the fire in
his belly for her and she took a nervous step back when he raised his gaze to
hers.
“What did you have in mind, Mirabelle?”
Even he could hear the dark desire in his voice and he watched as she flushed
and the heady scent of her arousal filled his nose.
Oh fuck, she wanted him just as badly as he
wanted her.
She made a nervous little noise in the back
of her throat and his desire deepened when he glanced at her breasts. Her
nipples had hardened. He could see them clearly through her bra and thin shirt
and it made his cock stiffen until it rubbed painfully against the front of his
pants.
He turned around quickly, staring out the
window over the sink and tried to ignore his bear’s demands that he take
Mirabelle to his bed and fuck her repeatedly.
“Bennett?” She said uncertainly.
“Sorry,” he said hoarsely. “You don’t have
to do anything.”
“I want to,” she said. “I was thinking
maybe I could do some cleaning for you. This house is huge and I’m sure after
eighteen years of sitting empty that it could use a good cleaning. I could
come by every day in the morning and – “
“What will you do for money?” He
interrupted. “While you’re paying back your father’s debt, how will you buy
groceries and pay your bills?”
“I – that’s nothing you have to worry
about,” she said hurriedly. “I’ll be fine. What do you say, Bennett? I’ll
clean your house from top to bottom in exchange for the money my father owes
you.”
He didn’t reply and she took a step
closer. “I realize that won’t cover the entire amount but I’ll be starting my
new job in a couple of days. I’d be willing to um, do regular housecleaning
until you feel the debt is paid off. I could come by once a week as long as
you don’t mind me scheduling it around my new job.”
“Where are you working?”
“Ella’s stepmother owns a cleaning
business. I’m meeting her this afternoon about a job but I’m pretty confident
she’ll hire me, and I’ll probably see if I can get some work at the Food
Market. I worked there as a cashier when I was a teenager and I’m still pretty
friendly with Victor, the owner.”
He whirled around and glared at her. “How
friendly?”
She blinked at him in surprise. “What?”
He clenched his hands into fists
look and he blurted out, “You’re not wearing glasses.”
She touched her face self-consciously.
“Yeah, I normally don’t anymore. I just hadn’t picked up my contacts yesterday
so, you know…”
She trailed off before taking a small sip
of water. He searched frantically for something to say as silence filled the
large kitchen. “How’s your dad feeling today?”
She closed her eyes briefly before smiling
at him. “Hungover, but that’s nothing new. I,” she paused and gave him a
heartbreaking look of shame, “I spoke with dad about your money. He hasn’t
spent all of it but he’s refusing to give me the rest of it.”
“That’s okay,” he said.
“It isn’t,” she insisted. “It’s not okay
at all but I - the thing is - I lost my job yesterday and I don’t have a lot of
extra money.”
“Mirabelle, it doesn’t matter. I don’t
need you to pay me back the money.”
She glared at him. “I don’t need your
charity, Bennett.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said
quickly. “I just meant that – “
“I was thinking,” she interrupted, “that
maybe I could pay my father’s debt to you in some way other than money.”
An image rose in his mind, one that was
darkly inviting and utterly intoxicating. Mirabelle, naked in his bed, moaning
and gasping as he buried his face between those pale thighs of hers. He drank
the glass of water in four large gulps. Somehow he didn’t think Mirabelle
would accept his proposal of bringing her to orgasm repeatedly in exchange for
her father’s debt. The coolness of the water did nothing to drown the fire in
his belly for her and she took a nervous step back when he raised his gaze to
hers.
“What did you have in mind, Mirabelle?”
Even he could hear the dark desire in his voice and he watched as she flushed
and the heady scent of her arousal filled his nose.
Oh fuck, she wanted him just as badly as he
wanted her.
She made a nervous little noise in the back
of her throat and his desire deepened when he glanced at her breasts. Her
nipples had hardened. He could see them clearly through her bra and thin shirt
and it made his cock stiffen until it rubbed painfully against the front of his
pants.
He turned around quickly, staring out the
window over the sink and tried to ignore his bear’s demands that he take
Mirabelle to his bed and fuck her repeatedly.
“Bennett?” She said uncertainly.
“Sorry,” he said hoarsely. “You don’t have
to do anything.”
“I want to,” she said. “I was thinking
maybe I could do some cleaning for you. This house is huge and I’m sure after
eighteen years of sitting empty that it could use a good cleaning. I could
come by every day in the morning and – “
“What will you do for money?” He
interrupted. “While you’re paying back your father’s debt, how will you buy
groceries and pay your bills?”
“I – that’s nothing you have to worry
about,” she said hurriedly. “I’ll be fine. What do you say, Bennett? I’ll
clean your house from top to bottom in exchange for the money my father owes
you.”
He didn’t reply and she took a step
closer. “I realize that won’t cover the entire amount but I’ll be starting my
new job in a couple of days. I’d be willing to um, do regular housecleaning
until you feel the debt is paid off. I could come by once a week as long as
you don’t mind me scheduling it around my new job.”
“Where are you working?”
“Ella’s stepmother owns a cleaning
business. I’m meeting her this afternoon about a job but I’m pretty confident
she’ll hire me, and I’ll probably see if I can get some work at the Food
Market. I worked there as a cashier when I was a teenager and I’m still pretty
friendly with Victor, the owner.”
He whirled around and glared at her. “How
friendly?”
She blinked at him in surprise. “What?”
He clenched his hands into fists
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