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Nothing surprising there. Liam comes from a legacy of old money in the form of bankers even though he branched his own way with Thorne Tech. Heck, even the company is named after that legacy. It makes sense that he owns his own property and it has the Thorne logo on it.
I look around, but all I can see is a surveillance camera facing the gate. Beyond the heavy gate though is a redbrick Georgian mansion with modern appeal looking back at me. The windows have a blue tint to them, making it impossible to see anything inside, not that I would be able to see anything from where I am standing, anyway.
What are the chances that he is looking at me, too? I wonder.
But then I remember we had agreed on eight o’clock, so he probably isn’t expecting me anyway.
What to do now?
What will he think of me being here ahead of time? Desperate?
My hand rises to press the dark button on the side, but I think better of it. Maybe I should turn around and think this through.
I turn to the still waiting cab and start walking toward it when the gates squeak open and part. I turn around in time to see Liam taking long strides towards me and my panties get soaked.
He is wearing a grey long sleeved t-shirt that clings to him in the most delicious manner, and a pair of blue jeans that look a little faded. His lips are pressed together, looking almost annoyed, but it does little to hide the raw masculine beauty that is Liam Thorne.
His dark hair is messed up again and it makes my fingers itch to run through it. His legs eat up the ground in large strides until he is standing right in front of me, looking down at me.
All six feet two of him against my short five feet three.
I look up at him, wondering if it is him emanating all the warmth that is suddenly swamping me, or if that is just me. He dips his head and my mouth goes dry as our eyes clash.
His eyes are usually a warm brown, but now they look so dark and stormy, like he is barely suppressing something. I close my eyes suddenly clear of all thoughts and open them wide when I feel his breath on my right ear.
“Leaving already?”
Oh my.
“No.” That comes out without me thinking about it. “I mean… I just… sort of.”
There were a lot of things I was expecting, but this is not one of them. He has me dumbfounded, wanting and guilty between one breath and the next. Dumbfounded because he has scrambled my thoughts, wanted because he makes me feel like a bundle of walking hormones, and guilty because he looks betrayed by the fact that I was about to leave.
He doesn’t acknowledge anything I say. Instead he regards me, holding my gaze, before looking past me, and walking towards the cab driver. I watch like I am stuck while he talks to the driver, hands him a few bills, and taps the car twice as the driver peels off.
I am not supposed to notice this, but Liam Thorne has an amazing ass! One I would like to grab a hold of while he fucked me.
“Like what you see?”
There is still a bit of mystery in his tone, but there is also a smile on his face as he rakes his eyes over me. I stand there like I am waiting to pass some test before his eyes find mine and he cocks an eyebrow like he is waiting for an answer. I am tempted to respond, but I can’t think of a witty comeback now that he is standing right before me.
“How do you know I was leaving?”
He points to the camera facing the gate.
“I have been watching you since you got here.”
When he gets to me, he takes the bag I have slung over my shoulder, slinging it over his own shoulder, then wraps both hands around me, drawing me close to him. His musky scent mixed with his body wash hits my nostrils and I almost moan. It is so him. My chest meshes with his and I feel embarrassed to feel my nipples harden against his. He holds me so tight that he almost crashes me against him.
We have worked together for three years, sometimes in close quarters, but I have never been this close to him. The only other time I felt him this close was when he had leaned over me in the office to point out a mistake I had made in the company name. The clean smell mixed in with the musky sandalwood had the effect it has on me now.
He lets me down slowly until my feet touch the ground before I notice they were dangling in the air as he was hugging me. He doesn’t know it, but he has always had this effect on me- making me forget everything except him.
