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She turns and puts the pancakes out as if trying to ignore what I’ve said. She will learn one way or another.
Ruairi and I take our seats, fresh coffee is already out for us, and a third mug has tea. I guess it’s for Sophie. We tuck into the pancakes, and my God, they are amazing. Is there anything this girl isn’t good at? I let out a little moan around my first bite.
Ruairi is gushing at her, “Oh my God, these are amazing. I need more than these three you have given me to fill me up. I think we should sack Jones and keep her. She is a great cook, and easy on the eyes. Jones is not that nice to look at,” he rambles on.
“Keep your eyes to yourself Ruairi,” I say in a low but deadly tone, and that just earns me a massive smile from him. What a dick. What has my little doll done to me within twenty-four hours? I know she finds me attractive, but still, she must hate me for what I’ve done to her.
We finish up breakfast talking about Sophie’s love for country music, her bringing Ruairi and I up to speed with the new American country artists. I could just listen to her talk for hours on end. The way her whole face lights up when she is talking about music, I could watch her talk all the time too.
We excuse ourselves from the kitchen to get ready for the day. Sophie picks up our plates and starts to tidy up, even though I have told her Maria or Jones will do it, she doesn’t have to, but she wants to. She is good housewife material, but I don’t think I can imagine Sophie being stuck at home all day every day, she needs to take on the world.
Once I am dressed in my suit, I head back downstairs to find Sophie in the living room with her kindle in her hand curled up on the sofa with my blanket around her. She looks like she has changed into an oversize knitted green jumper. I don’t know what’s on her legs with that blanket around her. As I enter the room, she lifts her head. I guess my shoes gave me away on the floors.
“Ruairi is away an all,” she informs me. I don’t ask. I know he is away. There is a shipment due in half an hour and he needs to be there. I have a morning meeting with the supplier for the restaurant and then need to check in with Cillian as I left him high and dry yesterday.
“Thank you for informing me, I need to go to work, and I need you to stay here. Don’t leave this house, Sophie. If you try or do something stupid, there will be consequences. Understand?” She just nods.
“I am trying to make sure no harm comes to you. So, please follow my orders, and we won't have any problems.”
“Could I at least have my phone? I like to listen to music while I read.” I look over her face, trying to read if she is genuine. Reluctantly I hand over her phone with a warning glare, before turning to walk from the house.
As I’m about to leave, I turn back around just to have one last look, but I can't walk away. I stride back to her, bend down, lift her chin, and take her lips with mine. I need a taste, and it’s even better than I remember. I feel her kissing me back. I need to stop, or I won't leave, and I don’t think taking her on my sofa will go down well with Sophie, not yet anyway. I would love to bend her over the back of my sofa and plunge right into her sweet, wet pussy. I pull away, then reluctantly stand up straight. “See you tonight, doll.”
I head to the garage for my Range Rover. Time to put my game face on and get to work.
Sophie
Cahill has just left the house to head to work. Whatever that might be. Probably kidnapping more people. I made breakfast for him this morning with the hope he would let me go back home. I’m not saying the room I had last night was uncomfortable, it was amazing, but I want to go home.
I go in search of Jones again. He was nice this morning. He is an older gentleman, like in his fifties, but still sharp as a knife. He said he was going out this morning to get fresh vegetables from his greenhouse.
When Cahill left me to get ready, Jones came in and took over the cleaning, saying I’ve done enough, and it was his kitchen to look after, so I didn’t argue. I was walking back to the kitchen and could smell something cooking, it smells amazing.
“Oh, Jones, what are you making?” I ask to announce my arrival to him.
“Just some stew, and soup. I like to make a bulk batch of them. Cahill usually likes a traditional Irish dinner every night. With spuds. What do you like missy?” Jones asks in his Dublin accent.
“I like more pasta, pizza, steak, chips, and garlic bread.” My mouth is watering just at the thought of it.
“Aye, missy. Let's change Cahill’s palate. Show him new flavours,” he says with a clap of his hands. I just laugh at him.
“Can I go outside in the garden to read my book in the sun?” I ask Jones sweetly. I really hope I can. I want to call Lauren. But I don’t want anyone to hear me because I am not sure if I’m allowed to, and I want to try to see if I can suss out the garden to see if I can make a run for it. I’m about thirty minutes away by car to my house, so if I could get far enough on foot, I could call an Uber or Lauren. I might have to skip town. I could run to Mam’s in Muff Co. Donegal and then head north to Belfast. If I get there I am doing well.
While I’ve been thinking away in my head, I didn’t notice Jones was texting on his phone until I see him put it away.
Then, my phone pings with a message.
Yes, you can go in the garden, Sophie, to read. But don’t do anything stupid.Cahill.
I didn’t even know he had my number. I hope he isn’t tracking my calls. I am not sure that is a real thing. I read way too much. I grab a glass of juice and head on outside with my kindle to find a spot to pretend I’m reading, but actually call Lauren.
As I walk outside, I don’t see a single soul out here. I thought there might have been men walking around the grounds. But I don’t see anyone, so he must not think he is in danger or under threat. Which is super news for me. I try to find a spot on the edge of the garden, about one hundred yards away from the back door.
I sit down, put the glass down, open my kindle and haveBrideby Logan Chance up, I started it last night. I pull my phone out, set it beside my kindle and call Lauren.
“Hi, girl, how was your night with Mr. Hottie?” She giggles.
“Lauren, listen, there is something going on. I don’t want to be here, but Cahill won't let me leave. I can’t tell you everything over the phone, but I am going to try to leave. So, I need you close to your phone in case I need you to collect me. Cool?”
