He looks down at me,
and his face is so stern, so solemn…so hungry that I almost flee right then.
Instead, I ride it
out. I tell myself I can handle whatever happens, and I stand my ground as he
turns the knob and pushes it open.
His eyes cling to my
face as he waves me inside first.
I step inside
expecting something grand. Elaborate. Even magical. And that’s exactly what I
find.
The wall in front of
me is nothing but a sheet of glass, giving me a stunning view of the tops of
pines, and the river rushing over rocks below them. Above the treetops, the
pale sky stretches on and on, marred only by another crow or hawk or raven.
I could get lost in
that view, but I don’t let myself. I roll my gaze around the room, taking in
its deep plum walls, high ceilings. There’s even a fancy indention at the
center of the ceiling, something that looks right out of a home and garden
magazine. And to my left is the bed. A huge, imposing, mahogany canopy with a
pale green duvet and curtains that drop down around it.
A bed for sex.
My hunch is
confirmed when I notice, amongst the heavy dresser and wide desk, a claw-footed
tub in one corner of the bedroom.
I’ve got my mouth
half open, trying to decide if I should just be me and blurt out “sex cave,” or
continue with my act and feign charm.
I turn around to
him, belatedly realizing I should be making sure he doesn’t shut and lock the
door. I find his eyes on me, but when my gaze meets his, he breaks away and
walks over to the window.
“This used to be my
room,” he says without turning around to look at me.
“Until?”
“I gave it up for
trainees.”
“That sounds
kinky.” It’s unplanned; I just murmur it.
He turns to me, his
eyes hardened, his mouth gone sensuously soft. “You think so, Miss Whatley?”
I nod, and he walks
over to me.
His hands close
around my wrists. He looks into my eyes, like he’s desperate to see what I’m
thinking. He brings one of my hands to his mouth. The soft brush of his lips on
my palm makes me tingle, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going through with my plan
regardless of how attracted I am to him.
“Can you see
yourself staying here?” he asks, in that low, deep, sexy voice of his.
“I don’t know.” I
try to sound weak; uncertain. “I think I’d miss my friends at the Tri Gam
house.”
“I could make you
forget about them while you’re here.”
IS KELLAN WALSH
PROPOSITIONING ME?
“How could you do
that?”
He steps a little
closer to me, sending my pulse racing. His wide chest is inches from my
breasts. I find myself longing to step forward.
Instead, he does.
My breasts mash
against his chest as our hips brush. Half a heartbeat later, I feel his dick
pressing against my lower belly.
Oh my God.
His hands come up
and frame my face. His eyes, on mine, are hypnotic.
“I’m not going to
lie to you. I want your body, Cleopatra. I’d like nothing more than for you to
stay here with me. I’ll teach you to deal—teach you how to avoid getting
caught, how to maximize your, our earnings—and we can see if this goes
anywhere.”
“That’s why you
brought me up here?” I whisper.
He nods slowly.
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RELEASE
DATE: February 25, 2015
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