London Dynasty (The Dynasties #1) - Geneva Lee Page 0,53

against mine again. I was lost to him, completely drowning in his taste. I wanted more of it—more of him. It took effort to push him away.

“Office, remember?” I said, panting heavily as I pulled away from his arms.

“Right.” He scratched his head as he stepped away, putting some necessary space between us. “I have a feeling I’m going to be late to the office a little more often in the future.”

I hated the thrill that raced through me as much as I loved to hear him say it.

Chapter Twenty-Two

As soon as I reached Willoughby Place, I raced to Kerrigan’s bedroom. I hadn’t bothered with the shoes I’d worn the night before, going barefoot in Spencer’s car during the ride. I wanted to make a quiet entrance. I wasn’t sure that was even possible, given that I had to be let in through the security gate. Still, I didn’t relish the idea of running into anyone while I was holding my Louboutins and last night’s dress in my arms. As soon as I was inside my private sanctuary, I locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief. I tossed the dress and shoes on the couch, making a note to ask Giles what I should do with things that needed to go out for cleaning. Then I looked down at myself. I was still wearing Spencer’s shirt and jeans. Part of me wanted to stay in them all day, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. I stripped his clothes off as I walked into the closet and dug out more lacy undergarments followed by a pair of Kerrigan’s jeans and a tank top. Since I’d been here, I spent every waking moment dressed like I just walked off the runway. Today, I needed to feel more like my old self. Changing was the first step to that. I had thought of the second step as Spencer drove me home.

Crawling into Kerrigan’s oversized bed, I dialed a familiar number on my mobile. It was early enough in the day that the pub wouldn’t be open. Eliza’s sleepy voice greeted me.

“I’m only answering because I was worried you were dead,” she told me groggily. “But unless you are dead, don’t call me so early in the future.”

I didn’t bother telling her that didn’t make much sense. I’d learned after months of living with my roommate that it took her a while to process things in the morning. Usually, there were only three things that could be counted on to wake her with a jolt: a cigarette, coffee, or gossip. I only had one at my disposal.

“I lost my virginity,” I confessed.

That did the trick.

“What?” she exploded. “You’ve been there like ten minutes. He must be really hot.”

“It’s not like that,” I said.

“Then tell me what it’s like,” she said. In the background, I heard the familiar flick of a lighter and then a long drag as she lit her first cigarette of the morning.

“He’s not what I expected.” I didn’t know how to explain it. Not without sounding crazy. That was the trouble with this whole situation. It was inherently mental.

“How was the sex?” Trust Eliza to get straight to the point.

“Phenomenal,” I admitted softly. “Better than I imagined.”

She giggled. “I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought it would be.”

“He made sure that I enjoyed it,” I said, feeling a bit guilty for sharing the intimate details. There was no one else I could talk to about this openly. Only a few people knew the truth. I wasn’t about to talk to Tod Belmond about the things I was doing while bearing his daughter’s name. There was no way Giles and I were going to discuss my sex life. That only left Eliza. But Eliza had something else I needed. She was a bridge to my old life. She was a reminder of who I really was. After a night with Spencer, I needed that connection.

“At least you’re enjoying yourself,” she muttered. “The pub is full of wankers coming to the country on summer vacation. I wish I were you.”

I hesitated long enough that Eliza finally said, “Kate?”

“I’m here.” It was the slap in the face I needed. Hearing my name was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head. I’d been living a dream. I’d been playing at a fairytale. It was time for a dose of cold, hard reality. “I think I like him too much.”

“Oh.” I heard