yank up her pants. I grab her hand and we start running through the castle, looking for a way out in which we won’t run into her.
We nearly trip over a ledge but then we turn a corner and a doorway opens up to the expanse of green lawn. The two of us run like hell across it, all the way to the walkway and to the car.
We don’t even have time to catch our breath. We get into the car and burn off, leaving the castle in our dust. It isn’t until we get onto the highway that we both start laughing our arses off.
That’s probably the last time we’ll ever be allowed at Dunottar Castle, but dear god, it was worth it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kayla
I can totally understand why people become sex addicts. Or any addicts really. But mainly the sex part. The wonderful endorphins that float through your veins and that warm, smooth feeling of “everything’s going to be all right” that only an orgasm high can bring had lasted from the walk (well, we were running from the woman, let’s be honest) to the car, for the next thirty minutes and all the way through Lachlan’s mini-tour of the city of Aberdeen.
It lasted while I ooohed and ahhhed over the stone buildings, the uniform look of the city houses and streets, how utterly charming and festive it all looked dressed up in Christmas gear. That feeling of peace was centered inside me. Like all the sharp claws you sometimes feel dragging you down from the inside out had been polished down to shiny nubs.
But the high – that beautiful distraction – only lasts so long. And as Lachlan drives us out of the city and we pull down a long country lane to his grandfather’s house, I’m back to being a neurotic mess and then some. It’s not just that I’ve been extremely nervous about spending Christmas with his family, wondering how they really view me, if they’ll really accept me, particularly the grandpa, it’s having to deal with the crushing blow from earlier.
I think in the back of my head I kind of knew I wouldn’t get the job. I don’t know why but it was always there, this niggling feeling that things wouldn’t work out so easily. After all, I’m here on a visitor’s visa and technically can’t work anyway. But even so, it didn’t stop me from being utterly disappointed and let-down. I just thought that if I got it, it would solidify that I made the right choice to come here. It would mean that I was better off, not only being with the man I love but with a career I’ve always wanted.
Now though, I’m back to feeling those doubts about everything. I know I’ll be okay and in the end I know Lachlan will take care of me, but I just really wanted that as the last resort. But the doubt over my career is still there. I don’t want to just work somewhere to work somewhere. I’ve spent most of my adult life doing that. I want a career. I want to finally be a part of something that I believe in, that I’m good at.
And of course, no one likes to feel rejected. I don’t take it very well. And apparently all the hot castle sex in the world isn’t enough to erase the fact that I, Kayla Moore, just wasn’t good for that newspaper. What happens if this is only the first of many rejections? What if I’m not good enough for any company in this country, regardless if I’m allowed to work here? What if I’m not good enough for this country at all?
“Easy, love,” Lachlan says to me gently as he squeezes my hand, the car coming to a stop in front of a picturesque stone house with a wreath on the door. “You’re going to do fine.”
Whether he means with his family or my career, I don’t know, but I’ll take either one at this point.
I exhale slowly and try and calm down, forcing my brain into a different space. I concentrate on the fact that at least his grandfather lives in a very magical place.
All around the house are sloping fields, covered with a deep layer of snow. In the sunlight it sparkles like insane glitter, nearly burning your eyes as
We nearly trip over a ledge but then we turn a corner and a doorway opens up to the expanse of green lawn. The two of us run like hell across it, all the way to the walkway and to the car.
We don’t even have time to catch our breath. We get into the car and burn off, leaving the castle in our dust. It isn’t until we get onto the highway that we both start laughing our arses off.
That’s probably the last time we’ll ever be allowed at Dunottar Castle, but dear god, it was worth it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kayla
I can totally understand why people become sex addicts. Or any addicts really. But mainly the sex part. The wonderful endorphins that float through your veins and that warm, smooth feeling of “everything’s going to be all right” that only an orgasm high can bring had lasted from the walk (well, we were running from the woman, let’s be honest) to the car, for the next thirty minutes and all the way through Lachlan’s mini-tour of the city of Aberdeen.
It lasted while I ooohed and ahhhed over the stone buildings, the uniform look of the city houses and streets, how utterly charming and festive it all looked dressed up in Christmas gear. That feeling of peace was centered inside me. Like all the sharp claws you sometimes feel dragging you down from the inside out had been polished down to shiny nubs.
But the high – that beautiful distraction – only lasts so long. And as Lachlan drives us out of the city and we pull down a long country lane to his grandfather’s house, I’m back to being a neurotic mess and then some. It’s not just that I’ve been extremely nervous about spending Christmas with his family, wondering how they really view me, if they’ll really accept me, particularly the grandpa, it’s having to deal with the crushing blow from earlier.
I think in the back of my head I kind of knew I wouldn’t get the job. I don’t know why but it was always there, this niggling feeling that things wouldn’t work out so easily. After all, I’m here on a visitor’s visa and technically can’t work anyway. But even so, it didn’t stop me from being utterly disappointed and let-down. I just thought that if I got it, it would solidify that I made the right choice to come here. It would mean that I was better off, not only being with the man I love but with a career I’ve always wanted.
Now though, I’m back to feeling those doubts about everything. I know I’ll be okay and in the end I know Lachlan will take care of me, but I just really wanted that as the last resort. But the doubt over my career is still there. I don’t want to just work somewhere to work somewhere. I’ve spent most of my adult life doing that. I want a career. I want to finally be a part of something that I believe in, that I’m good at.
And of course, no one likes to feel rejected. I don’t take it very well. And apparently all the hot castle sex in the world isn’t enough to erase the fact that I, Kayla Moore, just wasn’t good for that newspaper. What happens if this is only the first of many rejections? What if I’m not good enough for any company in this country, regardless if I’m allowed to work here? What if I’m not good enough for this country at all?
“Easy, love,” Lachlan says to me gently as he squeezes my hand, the car coming to a stop in front of a picturesque stone house with a wreath on the door. “You’re going to do fine.”
Whether he means with his family or my career, I don’t know, but I’ll take either one at this point.
I exhale slowly and try and calm down, forcing my brain into a different space. I concentrate on the fact that at least his grandfather lives in a very magical place.
All around the house are sloping fields, covered with a deep layer of snow. In the sunlight it sparkles like insane glitter, nearly burning your eyes as
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