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“Aww, you were concerned someone was out to kill me,” he cooed, touched at my show ofconcern.
Yeah, not going to make that same mistakeagain.
Holding back a sigh, I sheepishly eyed him. “I didn’t realize you enjoyed the sport. Where is he—your friend, I mean? I could have Reina fix him something to eat,” I kindly offered, not sure if the guy was as amused as Jared was. I did, after all, intrude and broke up their arduoussession.
“He already left.” He closed the gap between us before his eyes dropped. His fingers took hold of the thin delicate straps of my slip, slightly tugging them, as if testing their resistance. “Do try not to run outside the bedroom wearing anything X-rated. Your tits are lovely, but this poor excuse of a dress could barely contain them. It’s bad enough security can see you walking around at night, but for my sparring partner to lust after you, too, is unacceptable. Do we understand each other,Gisele?”
My heart thumped loudly against my chest. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking…I thought he was going tohurtyou.”
His face softened. “I understand, but please don’t do itagain,okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” I nodded before I began to climb the stairs, a little troubled about our oddinteraction.
He seemed to have a problem with clothes, particularly revealing clothes. If I aimed to please him, I should cater to his desires. But I wasn’t a submissive woman. My mother brought me up to love and own my true self. If I hid the real me, I’d lose my identity. Besides, our relationship wasn’t real, so what I should or shouldn’t wear didn’tmatter.
That may be true and all, but it didn’t seem to stop him from preaching his preference to me, anyway. If he had any sense, he’d best direct that towards his lover because clearly, I wasn’t his to command. Last night’s declaration enlightened me on how much he was willing to fight the attraction we had to each other. Then so be it. I was more than delighted to accommodate that request. Who’d want to be saddled up with a guy who had serious commitmentissues?
At eighteen, I was supposed to explore men and sexuality. It was the age of discovery. And before I’d even begin jumping into the dating pool, I wasn’t going to let Jared ruin me for the real man who would cherish and treasure me. Therefore, until then, I’d happily wait for the right person to comealong.
Since it was ten on a Sunday morning, I had no other plans but to hop back in bed, hoping I could steal a few more hours until lunch was to beserved.
Situated in bed, I decided to use the phone to connect me to the kitchen. It was Thomas whoanswered.
“Would you want breakfast in bed, Madam? After the late night partying, it’s quite understandable if you’re too shattered to properly eat in thebreakfastroom.”
Nothing escaped him; Thomas thrived on busting me whenever he could. Some, he’d relay to my parents before, but most of the time, he kept them to himself. He was a meticulous man. He knew everyone’s secrets. Thomas’s innuendoes, I was accustomed to. And I supposed, his displeasure at the knowledge that I left Jared all by himself didn’t sit well with him. He couldn’t hide hisdisappointment.
“Good morning, my love.” I grinned, knowing how much of a softy he was. He might be displeased, but it wouldn’t be for long. Thomas adored me; he could never hold it for more than twenty-four hours. “Breakfast in bed sounds perfect. Also, I wanted to ask what’s for lunch? Does Papa have any appetite for anything in particular?” Thomas had mentioned before that my father seemed to prefer soups since he couldn’t hold much downanymore.
He cleared his throat, a gesture he made when he aimed to be intimidating. But I knew him well enough to know calling him ‘my love’ always softened his standoffishness. “He requested potato and leek soup. But the chef also has a full menu for the newlyweds. I believe he’s even made strawberry Pavlova as a special treatforyou.”
Newlyweds. Oh, Thomas. The old man simply couldn’t help with the barbs. It was in his nature, and in some ways, I found it endearing. Thomas wouldn’t be Thomas if he turned his sarcasm down a notch. Trying to stifle my giggles, I repeatedly thanked him before placing the phone back in itscradle.
A massive smile pasted on my lips when my phone beeped. It was fromWyatt.
Morning beautiful. Last night was surprisingly fun. Can we do a repeat? I promise I’ll try not to sweep you offyourfeet.
Wyatt…shouldIeven?
Last night was fun. I couldn’t recall laughing so much in my life. Since I’d known him all my life, the man seriously had countless stories about me. Most were embarrassing, of course.If he weren’t Blair’sbrother…
I loudly sighed when there was a quick knock and Reina entered the bedroom, brightly greeting me before she carefully placed the tray onthebed.
“Thank you, Reina,” I murmured then watched her smile and exittheroom.
Back when we were fifteen, Blair had warned Vivienne and me not to mind her brothers. Wyatt had already tried to openly pursue me. Back then, when Blair asked if I liked her brother, I adamantly denied it. Wyatt was good looking, but Jared was the center of my universe. In my mind, no mancompared.
Even still, after I had repeatedly turned him down, Wyatt hadn’t given up. It had been three years. Would it tick Blair off if I saw her brother differentlythistime?
Maybe I could wait to answer that question after I went on another date with him, Yeah, that seemed like agoodidea.
Me:When do you haveinmind?
Messagesent.
My phone beeped with hisreply.
Wyatt:Whenever it’s convenient for you. Name the day. I’m at yourdisposal.
