every word.
Back around, facing him, she held her dress to her breasts. "I believe you’re serious." Her bad mood was gone as quickly as it had come, her smile now teasing him. "I just might take you up on that." His grin said he would gladly comply. "If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get dressed."
<<<< jc >>>>
Chapter Three
LEAVING ALL teasing behind, she dressed in her shorts and top quickly, then threw her few clothes and personal things back into her large suitcase and overnight bag, not as neatly as she had packed them the first time. Carrying her things to the door, she tapped at it with her foot. "Ethan," she called out and the door opened.
His smile was startling as he relieved her of her burdens. "Your guitar?" He questioned as she turned to get the case. "I’m glad you decided to quit fighting me. You knew I’d win eventually, didn’t you?"
After putting her instrument in the case where it fit, she turned to answer him thoughtfully."No. I just figured if either of us were going to get any sleep, I’d better go now. You look as if you could fall asleep standing up, which is how I feel."
Carrying both pieces of luggage in one hand, he took her left hand, leading her up the stairs. His expression was one of triumph, though she ignored it. He led her past the door she had been carried through just two nights before, to the door he was going to take her through just the day before.
Opening the door, he stepped back to let her enter. She stopped as soon as she caught sight of the sitting room. Its plush velvet furniture of peach colors against the darker peach carpet and drapes were stunning with the dark wood end tables accenting. She knew behind the heavy drapes was a solid wall, that they were only there to add to the beauty of the room.
"I can’t accept this, Mr. Ayers." She watched as he took her suitcases to the adjoining room. Staying where she was, she waited for him to return, the door behind her remaining open.
He was grinning at her when he came back, taking the guitar case from her hand. Pushing the door closed with his free hand, he whispered next to her ear. "No trust today, have you, Jenà?" Slipping his hand around hers, he raised his volume. "You jump back and forth from Mr. Ayers to Ethan. I’d prefer Ethan." He led her toward the bedroom, feeling her hesitation. "I just want to show you around." His voice was full of patience, yet mocking.
"I still can’t stay here. It isn’t right." She had to be pulled to go with him. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, which she didn’t, but the luxury the two rooms spoke of was too much.
"Don’t worry, Miss Wisdom. You will be working for it." He wickedly eyed her. "I guess you could say that you’ll be singing for your supper from now on. But right now, what you need is breakfast and bed." When he had set her guitar on the floor, leaning it against the chair in a corner, he stood behind her.
"I doubt that my voice, alone anyway, is worth all this juxury." The bedroom was similarly furnished as she remembered his bedroom being, only the colors were coordinated with the adjoining room, and the bed didn’t look like it would move out from under her when she sat on it. She turned to him, not realizing he was so close. Her hands went to his chest on their own accord. "I really can’t, Ethan."
His eyes burned into hers. "Jenà, you are going to have to learn certain things." Pulling her hands from him, he held them low, behind her, pulling her body to his. "If you are going to refuse my advances, don’t touch me like that. That’s the first."
Jenà pulled in a quick, strong breath. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean..." She blushed deeply, but kept her eyes on his.
"I know you didn’t mean ..." He mocked her voice. "That’s why I’m telling you, not acting on it. And two, I enjoy kissing you, and I intend to continue doing so every chance I get." He showed her what he meant, but had to end it too quickly for her. "You are going to have to
Back around, facing him, she held her dress to her breasts. "I believe you’re serious." Her bad mood was gone as quickly as it had come, her smile now teasing him. "I just might take you up on that." His grin said he would gladly comply. "If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get dressed."
<<<< jc >>>>
Chapter Three
LEAVING ALL teasing behind, she dressed in her shorts and top quickly, then threw her few clothes and personal things back into her large suitcase and overnight bag, not as neatly as she had packed them the first time. Carrying her things to the door, she tapped at it with her foot. "Ethan," she called out and the door opened.
His smile was startling as he relieved her of her burdens. "Your guitar?" He questioned as she turned to get the case. "I’m glad you decided to quit fighting me. You knew I’d win eventually, didn’t you?"
After putting her instrument in the case where it fit, she turned to answer him thoughtfully."No. I just figured if either of us were going to get any sleep, I’d better go now. You look as if you could fall asleep standing up, which is how I feel."
Carrying both pieces of luggage in one hand, he took her left hand, leading her up the stairs. His expression was one of triumph, though she ignored it. He led her past the door she had been carried through just two nights before, to the door he was going to take her through just the day before.
Opening the door, he stepped back to let her enter. She stopped as soon as she caught sight of the sitting room. Its plush velvet furniture of peach colors against the darker peach carpet and drapes were stunning with the dark wood end tables accenting. She knew behind the heavy drapes was a solid wall, that they were only there to add to the beauty of the room.
"I can’t accept this, Mr. Ayers." She watched as he took her suitcases to the adjoining room. Staying where she was, she waited for him to return, the door behind her remaining open.
He was grinning at her when he came back, taking the guitar case from her hand. Pushing the door closed with his free hand, he whispered next to her ear. "No trust today, have you, Jenà?" Slipping his hand around hers, he raised his volume. "You jump back and forth from Mr. Ayers to Ethan. I’d prefer Ethan." He led her toward the bedroom, feeling her hesitation. "I just want to show you around." His voice was full of patience, yet mocking.
"I still can’t stay here. It isn’t right." She had to be pulled to go with him. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, which she didn’t, but the luxury the two rooms spoke of was too much.
"Don’t worry, Miss Wisdom. You will be working for it." He wickedly eyed her. "I guess you could say that you’ll be singing for your supper from now on. But right now, what you need is breakfast and bed." When he had set her guitar on the floor, leaning it against the chair in a corner, he stood behind her.
"I doubt that my voice, alone anyway, is worth all this juxury." The bedroom was similarly furnished as she remembered his bedroom being, only the colors were coordinated with the adjoining room, and the bed didn’t look like it would move out from under her when she sat on it. She turned to him, not realizing he was so close. Her hands went to his chest on their own accord. "I really can’t, Ethan."
His eyes burned into hers. "Jenà, you are going to have to learn certain things." Pulling her hands from him, he held them low, behind her, pulling her body to his. "If you are going to refuse my advances, don’t touch me like that. That’s the first."
Jenà pulled in a quick, strong breath. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean..." She blushed deeply, but kept her eyes on his.
"I know you didn’t mean ..." He mocked her voice. "That’s why I’m telling you, not acting on it. And two, I enjoy kissing you, and I intend to continue doing so every chance I get." He showed her what he meant, but had to end it too quickly for her. "You are going to have to
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