designer for this room. I chose the furniture, the paint and all the furnishings myself. I wanted this room to be for me.”
“You did? What about the other rooms? Your offices?”
“They were done by an interior designer. Not really my taste - too clinical - but they serve their purpose. This is the only room that I had any input in and, ironically, it is the room that I spend the least time in. And when I am in here, I spend most of the time asleep.”
Hmmm. Most of the time … yes, I can guess what you do in here when you are not asleep. I pictured his naked body pounding into some faceless female form and suddenly, I didn’t want to be here, in his bedroom. The thought of him with another woman in his bed made me feel oddly nauseous. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and began to get up from the bed. Before I could even stand up, Lucas was there, barring my way, a look of confusion on his face.
“Hey, we haven’t finished here, yet,” he said, playfully.
“Well, I think we have,” I countered, firmly. I lifted my chin in defiance.
“I don’t understand,” he frowned. “You seemed content for me to bring you in here and I thought it was clear what I had in mind. What’s changed?”
I looked up into those brilliant blue eyes, that seemed to be silently pleading with me to stay, and had to fight the temptation to pull him down, on to the bed and forget about who else might have been here. But I just couldn’t stomach the thought of being in his bed where he had seduced more than a few women. I sighed, not able to find the right words.
“Issy, talk to me,” he pleaded. “I mention that I chose everything in this room and the next second, you want out. Is my taste really so bad that you can’t bear to be in here a minute longer?”
“No, of course not. I told you, the room is gorgeous. I love everything about it. It’s just …”
“What?”
“It’s nothing.” I can’t tell him why - it’s too embarrassing. I have no right … he has been with me in my bed and I’ve had my share of men in it.
He swiftly crouched down in front of me and looked me straight in the eye. I tried to look away but his hand shot out and cupped my jaw, turning my head back to face him. He leaned closer, his darkening eyes boring into mine almost menacingly.
“Issy, if it’s anything that comes in between us, then it isn’t nothing. Now, tell me.”
I closed my eyes, unable to hold his gaze and knowing that he wouldn’t let me look away.
“Well … when you …”
I felt his thumb gently stroking my embarrassed cheeks. “Yes? You can tell me, Issy. You can tell me anything.”
I took a deep breath and kept my eyes closed. “When you said that you spent most of your time in here sleeping, I couldn’t help but think of what you had done in this bed when you weren’t sleeping.”
“And what conclusions did you reach?” His voice had an edge to it. I knew that he wasn’t pleased by my admission.
“Look, I know that I have no right, and I know it makes no sense but I just couldn’t face being with you, here, knowing that there have been many others that ...”
“You’re damn right, it makes no sense! If you are insinuating that I have had my wicked way with scores of women in this bed, then you are very much mistaken. I have never brought a woman up to my apartment, never mind to my bedroom.”
My eyes flicked open in surprise. “Never?”
“Never. You are the first, and that’s only because you threw yourself at my feet!”
“I did no such thing!” I cried, indignantly.
“Well, no. Technically, you threw yourself away from me but that’s just splitting hairs.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. Wow! He hasn’t brought any women here. Well, I am only here because I was injured. He is simply taking the
“You did? What about the other rooms? Your offices?”
“They were done by an interior designer. Not really my taste - too clinical - but they serve their purpose. This is the only room that I had any input in and, ironically, it is the room that I spend the least time in. And when I am in here, I spend most of the time asleep.”
Hmmm. Most of the time … yes, I can guess what you do in here when you are not asleep. I pictured his naked body pounding into some faceless female form and suddenly, I didn’t want to be here, in his bedroom. The thought of him with another woman in his bed made me feel oddly nauseous. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and began to get up from the bed. Before I could even stand up, Lucas was there, barring my way, a look of confusion on his face.
“Hey, we haven’t finished here, yet,” he said, playfully.
“Well, I think we have,” I countered, firmly. I lifted my chin in defiance.
“I don’t understand,” he frowned. “You seemed content for me to bring you in here and I thought it was clear what I had in mind. What’s changed?”
I looked up into those brilliant blue eyes, that seemed to be silently pleading with me to stay, and had to fight the temptation to pull him down, on to the bed and forget about who else might have been here. But I just couldn’t stomach the thought of being in his bed where he had seduced more than a few women. I sighed, not able to find the right words.
“Issy, talk to me,” he pleaded. “I mention that I chose everything in this room and the next second, you want out. Is my taste really so bad that you can’t bear to be in here a minute longer?”
“No, of course not. I told you, the room is gorgeous. I love everything about it. It’s just …”
“What?”
“It’s nothing.” I can’t tell him why - it’s too embarrassing. I have no right … he has been with me in my bed and I’ve had my share of men in it.
He swiftly crouched down in front of me and looked me straight in the eye. I tried to look away but his hand shot out and cupped my jaw, turning my head back to face him. He leaned closer, his darkening eyes boring into mine almost menacingly.
“Issy, if it’s anything that comes in between us, then it isn’t nothing. Now, tell me.”
I closed my eyes, unable to hold his gaze and knowing that he wouldn’t let me look away.
“Well … when you …”
I felt his thumb gently stroking my embarrassed cheeks. “Yes? You can tell me, Issy. You can tell me anything.”
I took a deep breath and kept my eyes closed. “When you said that you spent most of your time in here sleeping, I couldn’t help but think of what you had done in this bed when you weren’t sleeping.”
“And what conclusions did you reach?” His voice had an edge to it. I knew that he wasn’t pleased by my admission.
“Look, I know that I have no right, and I know it makes no sense but I just couldn’t face being with you, here, knowing that there have been many others that ...”
“You’re damn right, it makes no sense! If you are insinuating that I have had my wicked way with scores of women in this bed, then you are very much mistaken. I have never brought a woman up to my apartment, never mind to my bedroom.”
My eyes flicked open in surprise. “Never?”
“Never. You are the first, and that’s only because you threw yourself at my feet!”
“I did no such thing!” I cried, indignantly.
“Well, no. Technically, you threw yourself away from me but that’s just splitting hairs.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. Wow! He hasn’t brought any women here. Well, I am only here because I was injured. He is simply taking the
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