that one woman would or could be the savior the people of Aslog had been waiting for.
She stood before him virtually naked and shivering as he stood there ogling the shape of her legs, waist and much more. He had to force himself to speak in a normal tone or he would give away the lust he was feeling inside. When he saw her hesitate at the rim of the tub, he told himself it was a prime chance to feel her skin that looked so inviting to him.
Her gasp when he lifted her into t he water made his cock jump and when she he sank down into the water with an audible sigh he wanted to join her.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me bathe?” Her sarcasm was beginning to wear on his nerves.
Why couldn’t she just do as she was told without opening that pretty little mouth? He was very tempted to stay in the room with her and bathe her himself. He needed to at least give her decency of bathing alone without someone staring at her the entire time.
“I can stay if you would like.” He gave her a look that said he was deadly serious.
Her face paled with his statement. He chuckled out loud then left her to her bath. He closed the door behind him right before he heard a thud hit the door. If he wanted to be a complete ass to her, he should go back in there, pull her out the tub, and spank her shapely rear.
He gave her enough time to clean herself when h e decided to go back in there and tell her time was up. Not bothering to knock, he pushed the door open and heard her shriek loudly. She stood there dripping with water, holding a large towel up to cover herself.
“You’ve had enough time. Get dressed!” He to ssed her one of his shirts because he didn’t have anything else for her to wear. Nana would have to find her more appropriate clothing in the morning. For tonight, he would have her right where he wanted her in order to get the truth out of her.
He waited in the bedroom while she dressed, pouring himself a glass of wine. The first sip slid down his throat smoothly with a slight burn to it. Unable to help himself, he down the rest of the glass in one gulp and hiss as the raw burn slid down to his stomach. He needed to be slightly numb before he started questioning her or he might not have the willpower to stay away from her.
The door to the bathroom creaked and he turned around to see her come out dressed only in his shirt. It fell below her knees while the sleeves covered her small hands. His thoughts tried to stray to the images he knew were underneath the same material he had worn against his own body. The sight of her standing there in his s hirt with her wet hair hanging down with a large clump of it covering half of her face.
“Over here,” he said and pointed to the chairs in front of the fireplace. It wouldn’t do him any good if he continued to allow her to be cold.
Her feet were soundless as she moved across the room to sit in the chair he had directed her to. After pouring himself another glass of wine he went to sit in the chair across from her. He wasn’t about to give her any kind of advantage by allowing her to sit where he could not see her face in order to watch her expressions.
“What is your name?”
“I already told you that,” she snapped at him.
“Your entire name,” he said.
“Isobel Hyde.”
“Where are you from, Isobel? And do not lie to me!”
He saw her jump at the force of his last question.
“Do you really expect me to think that you are going to believe me?” She folded her arms over her breasts.
He was willing to play along with her game for a while, just to see how far she was willing to take it, but his patience was wearing thin. He wanted to see how creative she would be with the lies he knew she was going to spit out.
“Answer the question.”
She sighed before she finally answered him. “I am from Louisiana.”
He knew she was going to lie! “And where is this
She stood before him virtually naked and shivering as he stood there ogling the shape of her legs, waist and much more. He had to force himself to speak in a normal tone or he would give away the lust he was feeling inside. When he saw her hesitate at the rim of the tub, he told himself it was a prime chance to feel her skin that looked so inviting to him.
Her gasp when he lifted her into t he water made his cock jump and when she he sank down into the water with an audible sigh he wanted to join her.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me bathe?” Her sarcasm was beginning to wear on his nerves.
Why couldn’t she just do as she was told without opening that pretty little mouth? He was very tempted to stay in the room with her and bathe her himself. He needed to at least give her decency of bathing alone without someone staring at her the entire time.
“I can stay if you would like.” He gave her a look that said he was deadly serious.
Her face paled with his statement. He chuckled out loud then left her to her bath. He closed the door behind him right before he heard a thud hit the door. If he wanted to be a complete ass to her, he should go back in there, pull her out the tub, and spank her shapely rear.
He gave her enough time to clean herself when h e decided to go back in there and tell her time was up. Not bothering to knock, he pushed the door open and heard her shriek loudly. She stood there dripping with water, holding a large towel up to cover herself.
“You’ve had enough time. Get dressed!” He to ssed her one of his shirts because he didn’t have anything else for her to wear. Nana would have to find her more appropriate clothing in the morning. For tonight, he would have her right where he wanted her in order to get the truth out of her.
He waited in the bedroom while she dressed, pouring himself a glass of wine. The first sip slid down his throat smoothly with a slight burn to it. Unable to help himself, he down the rest of the glass in one gulp and hiss as the raw burn slid down to his stomach. He needed to be slightly numb before he started questioning her or he might not have the willpower to stay away from her.
The door to the bathroom creaked and he turned around to see her come out dressed only in his shirt. It fell below her knees while the sleeves covered her small hands. His thoughts tried to stray to the images he knew were underneath the same material he had worn against his own body. The sight of her standing there in his s hirt with her wet hair hanging down with a large clump of it covering half of her face.
“Over here,” he said and pointed to the chairs in front of the fireplace. It wouldn’t do him any good if he continued to allow her to be cold.
Her feet were soundless as she moved across the room to sit in the chair he had directed her to. After pouring himself another glass of wine he went to sit in the chair across from her. He wasn’t about to give her any kind of advantage by allowing her to sit where he could not see her face in order to watch her expressions.
“What is your name?”
“I already told you that,” she snapped at him.
“Your entire name,” he said.
“Isobel Hyde.”
“Where are you from, Isobel? And do not lie to me!”
He saw her jump at the force of his last question.
“Do you really expect me to think that you are going to believe me?” She folded her arms over her breasts.
He was willing to play along with her game for a while, just to see how far she was willing to take it, but his patience was wearing thin. He wanted to see how creative she would be with the lies he knew she was going to spit out.
“Answer the question.”
She sighed before she finally answered him. “I am from Louisiana.”
He knew she was going to lie! “And where is this
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