Sibyl nodded. “Yes, I’ve got that one,” she told him helpfully, trying to diffuse his strangely infuriated mood.
Why he would be angry, she had no idea. He was getting what he wanted, wasn’t he?
He took a step forward. At his continued advance, her mind blanked and she took a step back, rounding the bed.
Colin went on. “Not another man touches you while you’re mine.”
She nodded again and squared her shoulders to try and instil some confidence in herself, some control over her fluttering belly and her trembling legs.
“You aren’t taking off your clothes,” he reminded her in a dangerous voice.
His hands went to the buttons of his shirt.
She whipped the camisole off as fast as she could. Underneath it was the lacy, black, strapless bra she’d bought for the same bridesmaid’s dress for which she bought the shoes.
She heard his swift intake of breath.
He tore his shirt off and the buttons flew around the room like mini-bullets.
She heard her own swift intake of breath, not only at his action, but at her first sight of the wall of his hard, muscled chest and the defined planes of his stomach.
Good goddess, but he had a beautiful body.
Her hands, now trembling, went to the button of her jeans.
Colin continued. “You do what I tell you, no questions asked.”
He took a step forward, rounding the bed as she nodded.
She took a step back.
His hands went to the belt of his trousers and he kept going. “You’re available to me when I say, where I say.”
“I… I…” she had to clear her throat and cursed herself mentally for showing that weakness, “I have a job. What if I’m working?”
She unzipped her jeans and slid them off her hips, kicking them away and standing in front of him feeling desperately ill-at-ease and wearing nothing but lacy black underwear and rhinestone shoes.
It was at that moment she felt the most like a whore and something inside her curled up and died. Her mother and father both told her that her big heart would be the finish of her one day.
This was that day.
He didn’t answer her question about working. He was staring at her like she was a long tall glass of ice water and he’d just stumbled out of the desert.
“Colin?”
Upon hearing her voice, with a start, his eyes moved from her body to her face and they were lit with a fire that turned her bones to mush.
And it wasn’t with fear.
She forced herself to go on. “My job’s important to me. What if I’m working?”
“I thought I just gave you fifty thousand pounds?” he replied.
She forgot about that. How she did, she didn’t know, but she did.
She couldn’t exactly tell him he was buying her body in exchange for a minibus for oldies, he’d think she was a lunatic.
When she didn’t answer he said, “You’re on a two month holiday.”