the throw tightly secured at her chest, she closed her eyes. The wind blew her hair around her face, and this chill crept under her skin.
She opened her eyes and stared at the scene before her. To see this part of the city unobstructed and from this height was truly a sight, and one she’d never forget. No matter how this week ended, she would be thankful she at least got to experience something out of the ordinary, and one that had taken her mind off of her troubles.
She could have stayed out there all night, but she finally turned away and made her way back to the bed. As she slipped the blanket from her body, goose-bumps popped out along her flesh, and she shivered.
“Come back to bed, Sorcha.” Rian’s deep voice was slightly muffled, and he was in the same position as he was in when she left the room. He turned just his head, and although it was too dark for her to see his face, she knew he was looking at her naked body. She could feel his gaze on her as if he had reached out and touched her himself.
He shifted on the bed so his body was facing her now, pulled the blanket back, and waited for her to slip under the covers. A swatch of light came through the blinds just then, and she got a glimpse of his hard-on. Instantly she became wet, felt her nipples harden, and wondered if this was going to be her reaction every time with him, or if it was the novelty of being with him and this situation.
She got on the bed, faced him, and then shivered slightly when he pulled the covers over her. And then he leaned in to kiss her, and placed his hands between her thighs. No, this was definitely not a novelty, because she wanted him to fuck her not because she had signed the contract, but because this was Rian Hartford.
18
It was the following morning, and she blinked a few times to clear her vision. She was pleasantly sore between her thighs, and all she could think about was the two times she had been with him last night.
She realized she was the only one in bed. It was that empty feeling, that cold sensation of the spot next to her that told her she was alone. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.
For a few seconds all she did was lie there, waiting for the realization of what she had been doing with him to hit her like a brick to the face. She felt something strange in terms of her emotions toward Rian after he had taken her the second time, but she couldn’t really understand what she felt that was so different.
The clock on the wall said it was barely six in the morning, but with Rian out of bed she couldn’t stay here and just wait for him to come to her. She went into the bathroom for a quick shower. The bathroom itself was the size of her kitchen and living room combined, and covered in glass and stainless steel accents.
There was the massive shower enclosed in glass that could easily fit several adults, and three showerheads that would surround her once she was inside.
She slipped the throw she had wrapped herself in onto the ground, padded over to the shower, and turned it on. The room slowly started to fill up with steam, and the heat from the water started to make her skin damp. She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, and let her gaze travel down her nude body.
Leaning forward and running her hand over the glass to clear the fog, she stared at the little fingertip-sized bruises that lined her hips. She ran her fingers over them, remembered how they had gotten there, and felt this tingle start to encompass her.
God, she felt like a nympho. No, she wouldn’t think about this in any other context than she was fulfilling her end of the deal, and once it was said and done she could put this all behind her.
You’re a fool to think you can, especially when you work for the man.
That was true, but then again, she could fake it like she had many times. She could hide her feelings for him, let her anger and hatred for Rian Hartford fill her instead of being buried beneath her desire to have him.
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