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My heart nearly leaped out of my chest because I didn’t hear a door or anything before Hunter materialized behind me.
“Oh, fuck!” I said, while turning to look at him. “I mean, umm, sorry. You caught me by surprise, Mr. Knox.”
“I could say the same. I told you to stay in the East wing as much as possible, so what brings you here, Amelia?”Amelia. He was moving to first name basis and the way mine sounded on his lips was making my gut quiver.
“I was cleaning.” I considered that to be answer enough, but Hunter didn’t.
“I can see, but why? I have a maid to do that.” He took to step towards me. There was still enough space between us for this to be considered an appropriate interaction, but his presence was filling the entire room. I had no choice but to glue myself to the counter. “Was I not clear with my instructions?”
“I…” He couldn’t expect me to live in a designated area, right?
“Answer me.”
“You were very clear.”
“When I impose rules, I would like for them to be followed.” Another step. “No, actually, I need them to be followed. Are you a rule breaker, Amelia?”
“Am I a what?” I whispered, like we were exchanging secrets. I don’t know what Hunter’s presence was doing to my brain, but all my synapses were fried. To make everything worse, he grabbed my chin in his hand. Oh, this was not in the contract.
“Are you a bad girl? A rebel? Because girls that break rules, they get punished.” There was that word again—punished—why had he kept telling me that? The chemical reactions between us didn’t allow me to look into the meaning for too long. “Do you want to get punished?”
Did I? Did anyone?
“No,” I said in one breath. I did, however, want him to move his hand lower on my neck.
“That’s what I thought.” He exhaled and retrieved his hand. I couldn’t make out the expression on his face very well, but it resembled something close to disappointment. “Go to your room, Miss Hart.”
“Why?” Hunter looked at me straight in the eyes, provoking me to keep on questioning his decisions, even if his mouth was saying the opposite. “I’m not finished with the dishes.”
“Go, Amelia.” Again, his eyes were not on the same frequency as his words, so I decided to push.
“Or what?” The question rolled slowly off my tongue.
“Or you might find yourself walking into something you’re not ready to handle.” Whatever just happened between us, it was over. His voice was now cold and cutting and when he told me to go again, I followed the instruction.
I hurried up the stairs, very aware that Knox was closely watching my behind, and didn’t stop until I was safely behind the doors of the room he appointed to me. I set the baby monitor on the coffee table and sat my ass on the couch. My brain was mush. I couldn’t make sense of what happened: we’ve exchanged a handful of sentences, but it felt like an hour-long conversation. He barely touched me, yet it was surprising to feel his hand on my skin and my body was still reacting to it. My nipples were hard, almost painfully so. Hunter Knox did to me with a brush of his hand what Jackson couldn’t in all the years we’d been dating—he turned me on. And I meanreallyturned me on.
It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, like a fire spreading from my pussy to every extremity of my body, but it wasn’t enough. It needed a spark to ignite for real, and Hunter Knox was holding the lighter. Damn it!
I’ve heard he likes blondes. Poppy’s words echoed in my brain. But why would he like me? I was a washed-out elementary school teacher and he was the master of sex and pleasure; a rich, successful, good-looking bachelor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he didn’t need to toy with his damn nanny to get some excitement.
So, what the hell was that? I had no answer to that question. We had three conversations and every time there was some kind of tension governing over our interactions, and every time he mentioned punishing. Was he trying to scare me? To keep me in line? I had no idea, but it wasn’t working. Every time he said there was a punishment in store for me, I was a little curious to discover what he was talking about. I was rather intrigued.
Looking up to the ceiling, I tried to take deep breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth, to regain full control on my body. It didn’t work. Hunter Knox was still on my mind when I decided to try plan b, and my hand slipped down to open my jeans. I couldn’t fight the urge. The baby was sleeping, I was off the clock, Knox banished me to my quarters. There was nothing bad in allowing myself a short moment of pleasure.
I pushed my hand lower and felt my center. Even the faint touch made me quiver, and I was surprised. It was the first time my body exhibited desire since I walked in on my ex humping another woman, and if I was honest with myself, it was the first time I desired sex in a very long time. I started making small circles with my index finger, leaving myself victim to the small shivers of pleasure that were growing in intensity with every move. I wasn’t thinking about a fantasy, just a pair of stormy-blue eyes frowning down on me and telling me to behave and be a good girl. The heat started to burn harder and I was dangling on the edge, focusing on Hunter’s words, until finally, I let myself fall and bit into one of the decorative pillows to hide my moans.
Oh, Lord, what am I going to do now?
