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“Well...thank you for informing us then. We’ll make sure not to disturb him.”
The stranger nods, turning to leave when Miss. Pattie stops him.
“Wait, you’ve travelled a long way. If you’re not in a hurry we would love for you to come in for drinks and a chat.”
I gasp in horror and their eyes turn toward me and I bite the inside of my cheek. I want this stranger to leave. I can’t have him around me. I don’t feel numb with him. I feel vibrant and like even the rain that has begun to fall has color.
“Come in?” the stranger asks with a charmingly raised brow but I don’t want them to invite him in. He’s doing things to me, he shouldn’t just by being in my presence.
Miss Pattie nods. “Oh yes, yes. You must.” She gives him her hand and he takes it and gives it a courteous kiss but it still causes her to burst out in giggles. “I am Perdita, but call me Pattie and this young woman is Zinnia.”
I gulp because why did she have to address me? Now he’s going to turn his attention my way...
My hand shakes when I reach out and he takes it and the touch is so intense that my sight dims. He pretends not to notice my inappropriate reaction to him but then he flips my hand to expose my wrist and I freeze.
The gesture is so carnal, so indecent and seductive that it feels like he might as well have ripped my clothes off in front of the Bryce’s. And what is he doing? This is not how you kiss a young lady’s hand and a buzzing electrocutes through my veins...
Inwardly I’m panting and I look on in shock when he brushes his mouth over my thin skin and my frantic pulse pumps against his full and sensual lips. He looks up at me with his eyes and now I know who he is. He’s the devil in the disguise of a gentleman and my head starts spinning.
I want to tell him to stop and another part of me wants to tell him to never take me seriously if I do tell him that.
“Zinnia is Morton’s fiancé,” Miss. Pattie says a little sharply and I feel the strangers fingers harden around my wrist, like he doesn’t want to let go before loosening again.
“Fiancé?” he asks in a neutral tone then darkly adds under his breath, so low that only I can hear, “Not anymore.”
2
Abram
The girl’s eyes flare and she wobbles and I clasp her elbow to steady her.Closing her mouth she looks at me like she’s looking at something she’s not allowed to be curious about and she averts her gaze, taking her arm back. She keeps it close to her body as if she doesn’t want me to get a hold of her again.
But that is what I’m here for. To get her.
I’ve chased her all the way from New York and down to North Carolina just from a photo. When the Bryce’s son came up to my house, he couldn’t resist but to throw it up on the table and brag about his fiancé. Bragged about how he was going to have one of the finest specimen’s that’s ever been created to himself but it was obvious that he would never know how to love her.
It’s his loss. And my gain.
She is even more alluring in real life. Black, flowy hair, light and indistinct features and eyes the color of bitter chocolate and her gentle curves awaken a man’s appetite.
Though it’s her bow formed lips that makes need rage in me. Her lips seem so sweet that they probably could heal someone like me from any sins. I need her to be mine. I want this girl to lie on her back underneath me and I’m going to have her even if it means snatching her right under the nose of her foster family.
They don’t know who I am. I’m just a stranger from the north to them but I might as well be one of the four horsemen from the apocalypse. I’m not going to let their son have this girl. I’m going to take her for myself and I’m going to make her want to be taken.
“Come in, come in,” Pattie says, gesticulating with her arms and I cross the threshold. It’s an old, colonial house. White with six pillars at the front and it’s obvious that the family is well off. I glance at the girl and despite her delicate beauty she looks out of place.
Maybe she would prefer the cold more to the warmth and I can’t wait to take her up north.
Mr. Bryce clears his throat, nudging at the girl and she startles before her eyes go to mine and I feel a rousing deep in my gut from the look in them. She looks at me like she knows exactly who I am and that she’s going to fight it.
I slide my tongue over my teeth in hunger because I always enjoy a challenge.
“May I grab your coat, Mr. Rowe?” she asks in a demure voice and her fingertips go to my coat. She pinches the fabric, like she’s scared to touch me. She shouldn’t be because I’m going to want to enjoy her hands. And her mouth and the rest of her.
“Thank you,” I rasp, “and you can call me Bram.”
“I’m good with Mr. Rowe,” she says and my eyes flash causing her to flinch and I lower my gaze in a nod.
“Certainly.” I hold my arm out toward the living room. “Shall we?”
