and swore
inwardly at his bear. The damn thing had come roaring forward the moment she
mentioned another man’s name and he hadn’t been able to stop his outburst.
“Nothing. Never mind,” he said. “I don’t
need a housekeeper.”
Her face fell. “Right. Okay, well maybe
we could work out a payment plan then? I could give you fifty dollars a week,”
she bit at that deliciously full bottom lip before finishing hurriedly, “with
interest of course.”
He shook his head again and she gave him a
look of frustration. “Bennett, I can’t afford to pay you back the money in
full right now. Please, can’t we just – “
“Come with me,” he interrupted.
“Where are we going?”
“I have something to show you.”
Belle followed Bennett out of the kitchen
and down the long hallway. He turned left down another hallway and then
right.
“Gosh, this place really is a mansion,” she
said.
He shrugged but didn’t say anything. She
stared at his broad back. His t-shirt was sticking to him with sweat and she
wondered what he would say if she lifted his shirt and licked his back.
Belle! Knock it off!
Right, focus. She needed to focus. Still,
that look he had given her in the kitchen and the way he had asked what she had
in mind… good Lord, if it hadn’t made her panties soaking wet. What was it
about him that made her act like a sex fiend?
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact
that he’s like eight feet tall with more muscles than Thor? Maybe it’s the
deep voice or those dark eyes, or the way he looks at you like he wants to
throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his bed?
She should be so lucky. She had never once
had a man lift her off her feet – they’d probably put their back out if they
tried.
Bennett wouldn’t. He’s strong,
remember?
She remembered. She could still feel the
imprint of his arm around her waist, the touch of his hand when he cupped her
face. A shiver went down her back and fresh moisture dampened her pussy. What
the hell was happening to her?
They were still walking and she realized
she was already hopelessly lost. Ridiculous that someone could get lost in a
house but she’d always had a bad sense of direction. She wondered where
exactly he was leading her. Any deeper into the house and no one would ever
find her again. No one would hear her screams of pleasure as Bennett pushed
that large body between her thighs and finally took what was his. She’d be at
his mercy, her body his to do whatever he wanted with and –
Belle!
Sweet mother of Mary, she was frackin’
losing it. Bennett wasn’t leading her to his bedroom. He wasn’t going to
demand sex in exchange for her father’s debt. Technically she’d known him less
than twenty-four hours but she knew instinctively he wasn’t dangerous nor would
he ever make her do something she didn’t want to do.
What about something you want to do?
Shut up!
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Bennett
had stopped until she ran into his broad back. She squeaked in surprise, her
hands gripping his narrow waist as she took a deep breath. He smelled good,
like a wood fire and crisp autumn days and she was helpless to stop from burying
her face into his damp t-shirt and inhaling again.
“Mirabelle?” His voice was hoarse and his
entire body had stiffened against her.
Her face flaming, she stumbled back. “I’m
so sorry.”
“That’s okay,” he muttered before opening
the door. “Hang on a minute.”
He walked into the room and she blinked
when he drew back the heavy curtains and the sunshine came flooding into the
room.
“Oh – oh my God,” she whispered.
The room was a library – the most
magnificent one she’d ever seen. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered every
wall and they were crammed full of books. There was a mezzanine, accessible by
a narrow, spiral staircase, and more shelves of books lined the second
inwardly at his bear. The damn thing had come roaring forward the moment she
mentioned another man’s name and he hadn’t been able to stop his outburst.
“Nothing. Never mind,” he said. “I don’t
need a housekeeper.”
Her face fell. “Right. Okay, well maybe
we could work out a payment plan then? I could give you fifty dollars a week,”
she bit at that deliciously full bottom lip before finishing hurriedly, “with
interest of course.”
He shook his head again and she gave him a
look of frustration. “Bennett, I can’t afford to pay you back the money in
full right now. Please, can’t we just – “
“Come with me,” he interrupted.
“Where are we going?”
“I have something to show you.”
Belle followed Bennett out of the kitchen
and down the long hallway. He turned left down another hallway and then
right.
“Gosh, this place really is a mansion,” she
said.
He shrugged but didn’t say anything. She
stared at his broad back. His t-shirt was sticking to him with sweat and she
wondered what he would say if she lifted his shirt and licked his back.
Belle! Knock it off!
Right, focus. She needed to focus. Still,
that look he had given her in the kitchen and the way he had asked what she had
in mind… good Lord, if it hadn’t made her panties soaking wet. What was it
about him that made her act like a sex fiend?
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact
that he’s like eight feet tall with more muscles than Thor? Maybe it’s the
deep voice or those dark eyes, or the way he looks at you like he wants to
throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his bed?
She should be so lucky. She had never once
had a man lift her off her feet – they’d probably put their back out if they
tried.
Bennett wouldn’t. He’s strong,
remember?
She remembered. She could still feel the
imprint of his arm around her waist, the touch of his hand when he cupped her
face. A shiver went down her back and fresh moisture dampened her pussy. What
the hell was happening to her?
They were still walking and she realized
she was already hopelessly lost. Ridiculous that someone could get lost in a
house but she’d always had a bad sense of direction. She wondered where
exactly he was leading her. Any deeper into the house and no one would ever
find her again. No one would hear her screams of pleasure as Bennett pushed
that large body between her thighs and finally took what was his. She’d be at
his mercy, her body his to do whatever he wanted with and –
Belle!
Sweet mother of Mary, she was frackin’
losing it. Bennett wasn’t leading her to his bedroom. He wasn’t going to
demand sex in exchange for her father’s debt. Technically she’d known him less
than twenty-four hours but she knew instinctively he wasn’t dangerous nor would
he ever make her do something she didn’t want to do.
What about something you want to do?
Shut up!
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Bennett
had stopped until she ran into his broad back. She squeaked in surprise, her
hands gripping his narrow waist as she took a deep breath. He smelled good,
like a wood fire and crisp autumn days and she was helpless to stop from burying
her face into his damp t-shirt and inhaling again.
“Mirabelle?” His voice was hoarse and his
entire body had stiffened against her.
Her face flaming, she stumbled back. “I’m
so sorry.”
“That’s okay,” he muttered before opening
the door. “Hang on a minute.”
He walked into the room and she blinked
when he drew back the heavy curtains and the sunshine came flooding into the
room.
“Oh – oh my God,” she whispered.
The room was a library – the most
magnificent one she’d ever seen. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered every
wall and they were crammed full of books. There was a mezzanine, accessible by
a narrow, spiral staircase, and more shelves of books lined the second
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