Infatuated: A King's Hart Novel Book 1 (BWWM)

IX. Royally

"Be safe, and see you tomorrow," I said glancing her way.

She stepped back and smiled before closing the door behind her.

"Hey. . . Nathaniel," a sweet voice roused me from my sleep. I opened my eyes and found Nuri's dark pools boring into mine. God her eyes were big. Her hand was on on my arms which were crossed over my chest where I sat on the lounge chair beside her bed. Her bed.

I looked up at her bleary eyed and said, "Hi." I rubbed my face and sat up so I could get a better look at her.

"Is this your place?" she asked and ran her hands along the clothes Ms. Thorpe brought her.

"Yeah, this is the guest bedroom. You like it?"

A look flitted across her face and I couldn't place it. Irritation. Anger. Her eyebrows pinched together and she looked up at me. This look was fierce and she nearly pinned me to the wall. "What do you want from me?"

The question was frank, direct and to the point. And we were at this again.

"I thought I was clear about what I wanted."

"Uh no actually you weren't." She did that thing where she put distance between us. "What do you really want from me? Is it sex, a relationship? What exactly are we doing here?"

Pushing out a sigh I rose to my feet and rubbed at my chin as I took into her angry face. "I'm infatuated with you. Right now, I just want you to stop questioning my every advance towards you and just let me be in your life." It was as honest an answer I could give her. "Yeah, I want to fuck you again, I want to throw you down on this bed, and take my time exploring that body of yours. Again! You don't want that, I get it."

She was scraping her teeth over her bottom lip and shifting on her feet.  Her eyes never left mine though.

"What do you want me to say? I'm lonely damn it." I realized that I had raised my voice, but it was too late to shut this down now. I had a river to let loose on this woman. "I like being around you, and if you just want to be friends than fine. If you want to just be co-workers than fine whatever. I just thought. . . ," I shook my head and stepped back. " I thought we could keep seeing each other."

She couldn't look me in the eye directly, and I saw that her own eyes were wet like she was on the verge of tears. NO fucking tears. Than she straightened and turned her back to me as she unzipped the back of her gown.

The material fell down around her and pooled at her feet. She wore black lace bra and panties and I thought I might collapse where I stood.

She threw me a curt glance over her shoulder than took the clothes that Mr. Thorpe set aside for her before slipping the lounge pants and tank on. I put my hands on my hips and watched not saying a word.

She bent down to gather her gown on the floor and carefully fold it neatly before setting it on the foot board to the bed.  She slowly stalked towards me and weaved her hands through my arms and wound her hands together behind my back.

Her head came down to rest on my chest and I was sure she could feel my heart beating against my rib cage.

"Okay," was her single word reply and it was as though she set me free.

I wrapped my arms around her, effectively crushing her to me and rested my chin on the top of her head. She was mine. I got to keep her.  This was not going to be easy.

After raiding the fridge for snacks, we played a card game and talked about nothing in particular. It was easy talking to her, she always had something interesting to say always filling the silence with her words. The more the she talked, the more I thought.

We must have fallen asleep - well -  I must have fallen asleep sometime because I woke up on the living room floor wrapped in a blanket and alone.

"Nuri baby," I called out sitting up. "Sorry I feel asleep, It's been a long day."

Silence.

"Nuri?" That dread settled in again and I was on my feet moving through the house seeking her out.

She wasn't here. I looked at my watch. It was two in the morning.

The last place to check was my office. Fuck. My office. My steps slowed  than picked up when I came to the horrific realization of what I had left there on the desk for all the world to see.

I tore the doors open and sure enough on my desk were the files and pictures Ambrose had sent me of my beautiful lonely girl. They were all over the place, and my curtains were wide open and showcased her studio clearly through the windows. Fuck!

I slammed my hands down on the desk, than proceeded to swipe a mad hand across its contents properly spilling them to the floor.

I raked a hand through my hair hard, and bit down the shout that seared it's way down in my gut. She saw the pictures. She saw everything, and I am the biggest asshole on the planet.

I screwed up . . . royally.

SybilleAlexandrine hopes you have enjoyed this program. . .