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I’ll end up taking Grace right here on this blanket. Guy held
back. He wanted Graces’ trust and friendship. Guy didn’t want her to think he’s
chasing her knickers.
                “Let’s
walk together.”
                Grace
agreed. Guy held his hand out for Grace. She clasped hers around his and held
it. In silence Guy and Grace held hands whilst they walked along the bank.
Grace loved his rough fingers clutching hers. She tried not to show
disappointment when he let go. Guy explained he wanted to take a closer look of
the river. Guy didn’t realise the moss rocks beneath his feet were slippery. Before
long, Guy skidded down the rocks into the river.
                “Bloody
hell! Are you ok?!” Grace shouted as she brought her hands to her mouth.
                It
wasn’t Guy’s intention to fall. Guy stood waist deep in the river, soaked from
head to toe. There’s no way I can get
back in the car without ruining my seat. Usually Guy kept an extra set of
clothing in the back of his SUV, but this time there weren’t any. Grace started
laughing hysterically. To see Guy in his demise was priceless. It was the
funniest thing she’d seen in a long time. Guy scowled, but laughed too. I’m an idiot for thinking that the rocks
were good to walk on. Grace went down to help him out.
                “Ta.”
Guy smirked.
                “You
can’t get in your car wet.” Grace advised.
                “I
know. I hope you don’t mind driving back with a half- naked man. You’ll drive
us back and I’ll give you the keys to my suite where you can grab clothing.
I’ll shower in your cottage. I don’t want to walk across the reception area
naked.”
                Grace
nodded. They walked back to the site. Guy walked to the boot to strip off his
wet clothing, whilst Grace collected the picnic basket. Luckily he had a London
Lions towel in the boot. Guy wrapped it around his waist. Grace went around to
the boot of the Range Rover to place the basket away and gasp aloud.
                Grace’s
eyes didn’t believe what they saw. Here in front of Grace was a hunk of a
half-naked Guy Rowling. Guy had faultless washboard abs she wanted to run her
fingers along. He wasn’t hairy, but buff and tan. His pecs were taught and
perfect. Her legs felt like wobbly gelatine. Guy looked up as he finished
wrapping the towel around his waist. He flashed his brilliant smile at Grace. I’m glad she is getting a sample of things
to come and judging by her reaction, she likes what she sees. Nervous Grace
dropped the picnic basket at his feet. She turned around, rushing back to the
passenger seat of the Range Rover.
                On
the drive back sexual tension between Guy and Grace crackled like static
electricity. Guy and Grace’s unspoken words highlighted their thoughts of one
another. Grace kept her eyes on the road, trying not to think about what she
just saw.
    They arrived at
Worthington Hall. Grace dropped Guy off at the cottage and drove back to the
reception area. She followed Guy’s instructions to his suite. Grace entered the
room. She was unaware of another person in the room with her. Grace sought out Guy’s
clothing. She stuffed them in his Prada backpack and left. A Rumour Mill spy, hiding behind a
bathroom door, exhaled loudly in relief as soon as the door closed behind
Grace.
                Stealthily
the spy emerged from behind the door to look around. The mobile phone is gone! Who’s this new girl and what’s she doing in
Guy’s room ? the spy thought. The spy checked the hallway to see if it was
empty. She quickly left Guy’s suite and hurried down the hall to see Gemma.
                Grace
arrived at the cottage. As she stepped inside Grace heard running water from
the shower. Grace gulped. He’s naked in
my shower! Quietly Grace walked into the bedroom placing the backpack on
the bed. As