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when she was a dishevelled mess wearing a torn dress.  Her dark hair was tangled and her make-up smudged – it was a sexy look on her.  She looked down and giggled, making him grin.  She pulled the top of the blue dress back over her breast, adjusted the skirt and returned to the bathroom.  He watched her disappear from the hall with a pair of black lace panties hanging off her ankle, right above her sexy high heel shoe.  He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.  Yes, she was a vision.  He folded his arms and leaned against the opposite wall to wait for her, the grin not leaving his face.

    Mackenzie couldn’t help the smile that played on her lips.  She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
    Did that really just happen?  She felt his desire, he was so passionate just then, that it made her heart ache.  Not half an hour ago, she was in this same position, in front of the same mirror, feeling a hell of a lot different.  She was still confused but not in the same way.  She was no longer hurt because he didn’t want her, she was scared of what came next.
    Looking lower in the mirror she saw a huge welt adorning her breast.  A hickey?   Her smile broadened.  She felt like a teenager again.  Sometimes it’s the simplest things that give us the greatest pleasure , Mackenzie thought, remembering Sir’s sentiments earlier in the evening.  She shook her head in delight. But a hickey is what your boyfriend gives you under the bleachers at high school, not a grown man in a mansion!  Especially not one as sophisticated as Sir.
    When the door re-opened a slightly flushed Mackenzie reappeared.  The split in her dress went up so high that the movements of each step allowed him a perfect view of the V in her black lacy underwear.  He swallowed and kicked his foot off the wall to meet her.
    “You never answered my question.”
    “What question is that?” she asked with a broad smile as he took her hand in his.
    “About staying.”
    “Oh.”
    “Stay tonight,” he insisted.
    It’s not that she was opposed to the idea of spending the night with the handsome man in front of her, not at all.  She was just worried for the fallout when things would go pear-shaped, as they inevitably would.
    “You can’t leave looking like that,” he said in an attempt to convince her.  He eyed her up and down and got hard again at the sight.
    “Simon took my trench coat when I arrived.  I can wear that home,” she mused.  Suddenly thinking it would be a better look to go home in the dark than in the daylight in a torn evening gown.
    He didn’t want to argue with her on this right now.  It didn’t seem the right time.  He squeezed her hand and led her toward the library.
    “At least stay for a drink?”
    “Okay.”
    Mackenzie couldn’t concede to all of his demands but she wasn’t ready to leave yet either.  She took a seat on the leather sofa while Sir went to the corner of the room to pour them both drinks. 
    Wow.  A library in a mansion.   It was everything Mackenzie dreamed – just like in the movies or the books she read.  Floor to ceiling shelves made of dark wood, a sliding ladder.  Leather armchairs and sofas dotted about the room.  An over-sized grandiose antique desk.  She was in awe.
    While he fixed the drinks, he wondered how long it would take to make her see that she belonged here with him.  He’d known it from the start.  But not being one for relationships he had no clue how to play it right.  Maybe by morning she’ll understand.   He wasn’t a patient man usually, and waiting these past few months had sometimes been excruciatingly difficult.  Now that he’d had her again, he was out of patience entirely.
    He brought the drinks to Mackenzie, taking a seat beside her on the sofa.
    “Thank you,” she said with a smile when he handed her a glass.  Mackenzie recognized the perfume of the amber liquid immediately.  It was his drink, the one he always had at the bar.