learn how not to respond so quickly and completely, Jeaá."
"But I don’t do it on purpose." There was a pout in her tone. She wasn’t sure she wanted to stick around for any more of this embarrassing conversation, but she couldn’t get away from him. "When you kiss me, it’s like you’re asking for all of me and I can’t say no. It’s worse than having a piece of cake in front of your nose. You want it, but you know you shouldn’t take it." She bit her lower lip, knowing she shouldn’t tell him the secret thoughts she had. It all kept coming out of her mouth.
"I must learn to control my part of it, then." He let her hands go and left her standing there. "In here is your bath." Flipping on the light, but not entering, he let her look from across the room, since she hadn’t moved. "Your closet..." Opening the door and turning on its light, he walked back into the sitting room, motioning for her to follow. "I don’t keep this bar stocked, as these rooms are rarely used. I’d be more than happy to fill it, if..." She shook her head, letting him know she didn’t want him to go to any trouble. "I agree, drinking alone is no fun. This door," he opened the one next to the bar as he spoke, "goes into my suite. Keep it locked at all times." Was that a warning he issued to her? "I have my bar stocked. If you ever feel you want something, just let yourself in."
"Thanks." She finally spoke to him. "But I’ll pass." She tried the door he had just shut, as she wondered if he thought drinking alone was no fun, who would join him so often that he needed to keep it stocked? She put the lock in place.
"You’re very tired." He came to her side again. Testing her ability to resist him, he kissed her, getting carried away himself. Backing, he grinned at the subdued look on her face. "We will have to work on that, both of us." He unlocked and opened the door, going into his set of rooms. Within seconds, he was coming back in, finding her in the same place he’d left her standing in. "You didn’t lock it." His tone was low. "An unlocked door is an invitation, Jená. Keep that in mind."
Jenà was there to lock the door when he was gone again, and she checked the one to the hall also. In the bedroom, she quickly hung the clothes from her suitcase and emptied the overnight case into the dresser. Thinking about a hot shower, how it would do her some good, she stored the empty cases under her hanging clothes and stripped in the large bathroom.
Coming from the bath, a large soft peach colored towel wrapped around her damp body, she caught her breath at seeing Ethan in her bedroom, a tray of food beside the bed. "I locked both doors." She told him, her voice flat.
A smile curved on his lips. "I’ve got the keys. Come, sit down and eat breakfast before it gets any colder." Uncovering the many plates and bowls, he stood.
"If you have a key, why do I have to bother locking them, especially if you’re going to come in any time you please..." She stayed by the door she had just come from. " And I think I would like to dress before breakfast, if you will excuse me."
"Go right ahead." He made no move to leave her room. "You won’t mind if I start eating while you get into something... less comfortable, will you?" His eyes didn’t leave her.
Her sigh was quite audible and not sounding very happy. "You didn’t say you were bringing breakfast." As she spoke, she went to the drawers where she’d put away her personal things, deliberately pulling out the lacy cameo top and matching panties. "Had you done so, I would have waited to take my shower." From her closet she took a short, silky robe with which to cover herself.
He sat waiting for her, an elbow on the chair arm, his fingers resting on his chin, except the index finger, which covered part of his lips, watching as she turned the bathroom light off, left the door partially opened, and walked to the side of her bed. His eyes remained on her as she seated herself comfortably on the
"But I don’t do it on purpose." There was a pout in her tone. She wasn’t sure she wanted to stick around for any more of this embarrassing conversation, but she couldn’t get away from him. "When you kiss me, it’s like you’re asking for all of me and I can’t say no. It’s worse than having a piece of cake in front of your nose. You want it, but you know you shouldn’t take it." She bit her lower lip, knowing she shouldn’t tell him the secret thoughts she had. It all kept coming out of her mouth.
"I must learn to control my part of it, then." He let her hands go and left her standing there. "In here is your bath." Flipping on the light, but not entering, he let her look from across the room, since she hadn’t moved. "Your closet..." Opening the door and turning on its light, he walked back into the sitting room, motioning for her to follow. "I don’t keep this bar stocked, as these rooms are rarely used. I’d be more than happy to fill it, if..." She shook her head, letting him know she didn’t want him to go to any trouble. "I agree, drinking alone is no fun. This door," he opened the one next to the bar as he spoke, "goes into my suite. Keep it locked at all times." Was that a warning he issued to her? "I have my bar stocked. If you ever feel you want something, just let yourself in."
"Thanks." She finally spoke to him. "But I’ll pass." She tried the door he had just shut, as she wondered if he thought drinking alone was no fun, who would join him so often that he needed to keep it stocked? She put the lock in place.
"You’re very tired." He came to her side again. Testing her ability to resist him, he kissed her, getting carried away himself. Backing, he grinned at the subdued look on her face. "We will have to work on that, both of us." He unlocked and opened the door, going into his set of rooms. Within seconds, he was coming back in, finding her in the same place he’d left her standing in. "You didn’t lock it." His tone was low. "An unlocked door is an invitation, Jená. Keep that in mind."
Jenà was there to lock the door when he was gone again, and she checked the one to the hall also. In the bedroom, she quickly hung the clothes from her suitcase and emptied the overnight case into the dresser. Thinking about a hot shower, how it would do her some good, she stored the empty cases under her hanging clothes and stripped in the large bathroom.
Coming from the bath, a large soft peach colored towel wrapped around her damp body, she caught her breath at seeing Ethan in her bedroom, a tray of food beside the bed. "I locked both doors." She told him, her voice flat.
A smile curved on his lips. "I’ve got the keys. Come, sit down and eat breakfast before it gets any colder." Uncovering the many plates and bowls, he stood.
"If you have a key, why do I have to bother locking them, especially if you’re going to come in any time you please..." She stayed by the door she had just come from. " And I think I would like to dress before breakfast, if you will excuse me."
"Go right ahead." He made no move to leave her room. "You won’t mind if I start eating while you get into something... less comfortable, will you?" His eyes didn’t leave her.
Her sigh was quite audible and not sounding very happy. "You didn’t say you were bringing breakfast." As she spoke, she went to the drawers where she’d put away her personal things, deliberately pulling out the lacy cameo top and matching panties. "Had you done so, I would have waited to take my shower." From her closet she took a short, silky robe with which to cover herself.
He sat waiting for her, an elbow on the chair arm, his fingers resting on his chin, except the index finger, which covered part of his lips, watching as she turned the bathroom light off, left the door partially opened, and walked to the side of her bed. His eyes remained on her as she seated herself comfortably on the
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