the pain continuing
to scream through him. Images flickered and changed. Fire, trees, the shattered
crystal, the shadowed moon… and then nothing.
Nothing but the darkness.
Chapter
Eleven
He walked through the group and they parted for him without so
much of a murmur. Eva felt her jaw drop and her mouth was suddenly and
shockingly dry. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen—the most
beautiful of all of them and that was saying something. Tall, with a sculptured
face, dark hair and a distinct air of broodiness Eva felt her skin prickle with
lust… and something else. A feeling of familiarity swept over her again. Where
have I seen him before?
“Welcome back,” Grace said.
He turned toward her and smiled with obvious warmth. “It’s good
to be back, Grace, and to see you again.”
His voice was deep and rich. Eva exhaled shakily as he took Grace
into his arms for a hug.
“Your room is ready,” Grace said smiling broadly, her hands on
his arms.
Eva eyed the couple with interest. They know one another…
well. But not romantically, they looked, more than anything, like good
friends meeting up again.
Smile still teasing his lips he turned to appraise the room and
everyone in it. His piercing eyes assessed everything and Eva barely contained
a whimper. They were like brandy, hooded and watchful. His body, clearly
muscular in his dark sweater and charcoal trousers, moved with a leonine grace.
Not one to fall at any man’s feet Eva was shocked to feel her
nipples tightening beneath her shirt and a familiar ache pulse between her
legs. She looked down and was immensely relieved that she’d worn a padded bra,
there would be no nippleage on show today.
See this is what happens when you rely on the pocket rocket
for so long. You start mooning over statues and fall at the feet of the first
good looking man you see.
“Everything looks the same as always,” he said, pulling Eva from
her frantic thoughts. “Nothing changes does it?”
“No,” Grace replied. “Nothing does.”
There was a pause, filled with meaning Eva doesn’t understand.
All the guests fell quiet; the cheery looks and hum of excitement no more.
Eva looked from one to the other and then back to him. He shook
himself slightly and smiled once more. “And my personal maid? Have you chosen
one for me, Grace?” he asked, dispelling the strange tension.
Personal maid? It was like he’d flicked a switch, every
single female staff member perked up. They all seemed to straighten and thrust
their chests forwards. Eva noticed Lily flicking her long blonde hair behind
her and sending him a come-hither kind of smile. Eva had a sudden and intense
desire to throttle her with those golden locks.
“I thought perhaps you would like to choose for yourself?” Grace
replied.
Their manner towards each other was odd but Eva couldn’t put her
finger on why it seemed off. It was almost like there was a secret sort of
amusement between them, a friendliness to their manners which suggested
something…
The hottest man Eva had ever laid eyes upon smiled a slow,
sensual smile that raised goose bumps over her arms and probably everyone
else’s. Eva could feel the tension in the room and it was obvious that every
female staff member was hoping to be chosen.
Serving him his food, turning down his bed sheets… hardly a
chore, Eva. You want to be chosen yourself, admit it!
She looked along the line, noticing again how pretty everyone
was, how Grace had picked everyone well. Against the curves and golden hair of
the others Eva knew she had little chance and she wished she’d had a bit more
time to tone up.
She smoothed her skirt over her hips, resisting the urge to pull
it a little lower over her ample hips and bit down on her lower lip. Her brain
flickered from thought to thought at the speed of light. Why did I tie my
hair in a no nonsense plait? Why didn’t I put just a little make-up on? Why, oh
why do I have to look such a
to scream through him. Images flickered and changed. Fire, trees, the shattered
crystal, the shadowed moon… and then nothing.
Nothing but the darkness.
Chapter
Eleven
He walked through the group and they parted for him without so
much of a murmur. Eva felt her jaw drop and her mouth was suddenly and
shockingly dry. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen—the most
beautiful of all of them and that was saying something. Tall, with a sculptured
face, dark hair and a distinct air of broodiness Eva felt her skin prickle with
lust… and something else. A feeling of familiarity swept over her again. Where
have I seen him before?
“Welcome back,” Grace said.
He turned toward her and smiled with obvious warmth. “It’s good
to be back, Grace, and to see you again.”
His voice was deep and rich. Eva exhaled shakily as he took Grace
into his arms for a hug.
“Your room is ready,” Grace said smiling broadly, her hands on
his arms.
Eva eyed the couple with interest. They know one another…
well. But not romantically, they looked, more than anything, like good
friends meeting up again.
Smile still teasing his lips he turned to appraise the room and
everyone in it. His piercing eyes assessed everything and Eva barely contained
a whimper. They were like brandy, hooded and watchful. His body, clearly
muscular in his dark sweater and charcoal trousers, moved with a leonine grace.
Not one to fall at any man’s feet Eva was shocked to feel her
nipples tightening beneath her shirt and a familiar ache pulse between her
legs. She looked down and was immensely relieved that she’d worn a padded bra,
there would be no nippleage on show today.
See this is what happens when you rely on the pocket rocket
for so long. You start mooning over statues and fall at the feet of the first
good looking man you see.
“Everything looks the same as always,” he said, pulling Eva from
her frantic thoughts. “Nothing changes does it?”
“No,” Grace replied. “Nothing does.”
There was a pause, filled with meaning Eva doesn’t understand.
All the guests fell quiet; the cheery looks and hum of excitement no more.
Eva looked from one to the other and then back to him. He shook
himself slightly and smiled once more. “And my personal maid? Have you chosen
one for me, Grace?” he asked, dispelling the strange tension.
Personal maid? It was like he’d flicked a switch, every
single female staff member perked up. They all seemed to straighten and thrust
their chests forwards. Eva noticed Lily flicking her long blonde hair behind
her and sending him a come-hither kind of smile. Eva had a sudden and intense
desire to throttle her with those golden locks.
“I thought perhaps you would like to choose for yourself?” Grace
replied.
Their manner towards each other was odd but Eva couldn’t put her
finger on why it seemed off. It was almost like there was a secret sort of
amusement between them, a friendliness to their manners which suggested
something…
The hottest man Eva had ever laid eyes upon smiled a slow,
sensual smile that raised goose bumps over her arms and probably everyone
else’s. Eva could feel the tension in the room and it was obvious that every
female staff member was hoping to be chosen.
Serving him his food, turning down his bed sheets… hardly a
chore, Eva. You want to be chosen yourself, admit it!
She looked along the line, noticing again how pretty everyone
was, how Grace had picked everyone well. Against the curves and golden hair of
the others Eva knew she had little chance and she wished she’d had a bit more
time to tone up.
She smoothed her skirt over her hips, resisting the urge to pull
it a little lower over her ample hips and bit down on her lower lip. Her brain
flickered from thought to thought at the speed of light. Why did I tie my
hair in a no nonsense plait? Why didn’t I put just a little make-up on? Why, oh
why do I have to look such a
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