state on the one day I meet my fantasy man made
real? The questions filled her but Eva knew it was pointless to repine. She
was what she was and nothing, bar another month in the gym, a damn good pair of
strighteners and a pot of foundation was changing that.
His eyes swept along the line, one at a time, assessing,
considering. Eva fidgeted uncomfortably, wondering what he could possibly be
thinking. It was like being back in school waiting to be picked for a team, she
was never picked first and the same feelings of inadequacy were just as strong
now.
Lily flicked her hair again, Fay smoothed her shirt over her tiny
breasts, and a girl Eva thought was called Jennifer licked her ruby red lips.
He did not smile, he didn’t make any sign of approval he just looked at them...
and then he looked at Eva.
A curl freed itself from her braid and fell across her face. Eva
lifted a hand to brush it away and then opened her mouth to speak. What she
planned to say she didn’t know, but nothing came out anyway. Maybe something
along the lines of, Excuse the wild hair, sorry about the huge breasts, yes the
curves are all mine? She took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of
herself.
He’s just a man. The same as any man really with probably the
same likes and dislikes. She sighed. Most men in Eva’s experience liked
skinny women, not ones with curves as outrageous as hers, which didn’t bode
well for her in terms of the whole personal maid thing.
She blushed, tore her gaze away form him and looked down the line
again. All the other females were smiling and preening and suddenly the
absurdity of the situation struck Eva full force. This is ridiculous
standing here as if you’re on show!
Biting down on her lip Eva squared her shoulders. She might be
here to work but she wasn’t a bloody brood mare being paraded for the latest
stud! Yes he was as beautiful, if not more so than her Adonis supersized but
she’d be damned if she gushed over him like all the others. Even though you
want to, damn do you want to.
As if reading her mind he walked directly over to her, stopping
mere inches from her face, before speaking. “Hi.”
Such a simple word but the effect on her was akin to a
sledgehammer. Eva’s mouth dropped open and a shiver raced down her spine. “Erm…
hi,” she replied back. Color flooding her face.
But there was clearly no need to be embarrassed, the moment she
spoke he smiled. That toe curling, stomach clenching smile and his gaze locked
her back to him. Eva’s nipples tightened to the point of pain and she took a
shaky breath.
“Of course,” he said, almost in a whisper. “Of course.”
Eva gaped at him, unsure what she was supposed to say. Of course
what? What he heck did he mean? The whole room was deathly silent, every pair
of eyes locked to them and Eva fidgeted slightly, confused and turned on all at
once.
After what seemed like an eternity he licked his lips and spoke
again. “This one,” he said to Grace, his eyes holding Eva to him, “she’s mine.”
Chapter
Twelve
The Winters Estate was covered in ice, the fields shining with
it, the tress dusted as if decorated by the very hand of God. The servants
shivered as they went about their work, mothers insisted their small children
stay inside lest they catch a chill, and the apothecary worked flat out to mix
concoctions for the numerous ailments afflicting the village.
Adam saw none of this. From his perspective such activity was as
far removed as the storm crowds gathering in the darkened sky. To him it was
all just blackness, blackness for so long and then searing blue. There was a
pattern to it, there had to be, but Adam had yet to work it out. Sometimes the
blue became grey and now and then the blackness was interrupted by little
pinpricks of light. The lights called to him in some way, the familiarity of
them jarring the confusion in his mind, but as soon as he thought he might
understand the blackness returned again, and
real? The questions filled her but Eva knew it was pointless to repine. She
was what she was and nothing, bar another month in the gym, a damn good pair of
strighteners and a pot of foundation was changing that.
His eyes swept along the line, one at a time, assessing,
considering. Eva fidgeted uncomfortably, wondering what he could possibly be
thinking. It was like being back in school waiting to be picked for a team, she
was never picked first and the same feelings of inadequacy were just as strong
now.
Lily flicked her hair again, Fay smoothed her shirt over her tiny
breasts, and a girl Eva thought was called Jennifer licked her ruby red lips.
He did not smile, he didn’t make any sign of approval he just looked at them...
and then he looked at Eva.
A curl freed itself from her braid and fell across her face. Eva
lifted a hand to brush it away and then opened her mouth to speak. What she
planned to say she didn’t know, but nothing came out anyway. Maybe something
along the lines of, Excuse the wild hair, sorry about the huge breasts, yes the
curves are all mine? She took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of
herself.
He’s just a man. The same as any man really with probably the
same likes and dislikes. She sighed. Most men in Eva’s experience liked
skinny women, not ones with curves as outrageous as hers, which didn’t bode
well for her in terms of the whole personal maid thing.
She blushed, tore her gaze away form him and looked down the line
again. All the other females were smiling and preening and suddenly the
absurdity of the situation struck Eva full force. This is ridiculous
standing here as if you’re on show!
Biting down on her lip Eva squared her shoulders. She might be
here to work but she wasn’t a bloody brood mare being paraded for the latest
stud! Yes he was as beautiful, if not more so than her Adonis supersized but
she’d be damned if she gushed over him like all the others. Even though you
want to, damn do you want to.
As if reading her mind he walked directly over to her, stopping
mere inches from her face, before speaking. “Hi.”
Such a simple word but the effect on her was akin to a
sledgehammer. Eva’s mouth dropped open and a shiver raced down her spine. “Erm…
hi,” she replied back. Color flooding her face.
But there was clearly no need to be embarrassed, the moment she
spoke he smiled. That toe curling, stomach clenching smile and his gaze locked
her back to him. Eva’s nipples tightened to the point of pain and she took a
shaky breath.
“Of course,” he said, almost in a whisper. “Of course.”
Eva gaped at him, unsure what she was supposed to say. Of course
what? What he heck did he mean? The whole room was deathly silent, every pair
of eyes locked to them and Eva fidgeted slightly, confused and turned on all at
once.
After what seemed like an eternity he licked his lips and spoke
again. “This one,” he said to Grace, his eyes holding Eva to him, “she’s mine.”
Chapter
Twelve
The Winters Estate was covered in ice, the fields shining with
it, the tress dusted as if decorated by the very hand of God. The servants
shivered as they went about their work, mothers insisted their small children
stay inside lest they catch a chill, and the apothecary worked flat out to mix
concoctions for the numerous ailments afflicting the village.
Adam saw none of this. From his perspective such activity was as
far removed as the storm crowds gathering in the darkened sky. To him it was
all just blackness, blackness for so long and then searing blue. There was a
pattern to it, there had to be, but Adam had yet to work it out. Sometimes the
blue became grey and now and then the blackness was interrupted by little
pinpricks of light. The lights called to him in some way, the familiarity of
them jarring the confusion in his mind, but as soon as he thought he might
understand the blackness returned again, and
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