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They hadn’t discussed what she was meant to do during the weekend, so she figured she was off virgin duty on those two days and the time was hers to own.
She showered quickly and put on a cute little baby pink summer dress with thin straps and the bottom bouncy and flare. Her hair went straight into a high ponytail, and after a coating of lip gloss and shoes, she grabbed her bag.
Crap. She still didn’t have her car keys, which meant she was going to search his house until she found them.
First, though, she had to stop in at the kitchen to get some coffee. But then she took a quick detour and quickened her pace when she remembered her dress could still be lying on the floor in the dining room, and maybe also the nipple clamps. She hoped Alice or any of the other cleaning staff had not gotten to the dining room yet.
Her heart beat harder on the off chance, too, that she might bump into Hunter. He could be sitting at the very table where he had quite soundly transported her to another dimension by making her come. She physically waved aside those thoughts. It would do her no good to think about them, mostly because the answers about herself she would reveal were bound not to be pretty.
She was also out of luck. Her dress had been scooped off the floor and was out of sight, as were the clamps, and a full breakfast replaced last night's decadence.
Also, Hunter was not there.
She should be thankful on that front, but she couldn’t get rid of the blush on her cheeks. She panicked for a moment when the whereabouts of her panties popped into her head, but she remembered Hunter had put them into his pocket after he had taken them off her.
The coffee smelled amazing, and as she poured a cup, she bit into a custard Danish pastry and moaned out loud. What kind of sorcery was this? Was Pierre, Hunter’s private chef, a wizard in real life?
She stopped herself from taking another pastry while also trying to ascertain whether Hunter had been there already for coffee. Was he even around? She couldn’t quite feel his presence, so maybe he was the kind of man who went into the office seven days a week. It would make perfect sense, actually.
That worked out well for her. She’d have ample time to find her car keys, provided he didn’t keep them on his person, which would make no sense. He probably just threw them onto his desk in his study. She supposed she could ask Karl to drive her, but surely the man had better things to do on a Saturday than drive her around. Besides, she needed to retain some of her independence from ‘Captain Controlling’, and that meant driving herself wherever she wanted to go.
She knew Alice herself didn’t work on the weekend, and Pierre would come in to do breakfast before he left. She wasn’t brave enough to go and find the other staff members just yet, so she set out to find her car keys herself.
First up, she needed to locate his study and start there. After going through a number of the wrong rooms, she finally found what looked to be his study.
Thick leather furniture and dark accents, coupled with beautiful paintings and what appeared to be rare ancient ornaments, graced the room. But more than that, it also smelled like him.
Nope, not going there either.
She walked up to his giant desk and started searching the surface before she resorted to opening drawers and rummaging through things. She found a crystal vase on an antique side table, which was filled with some miscellaneous stuff but not her keys.
And then she nearly jumped out of her skin when she noticed a man she had never seen before standing in the doorway of Hunter’s study.
Instantly, she was sure he might have been watching her for a while before she became aware of him. But when she realized his presence, her brain combusted in her head.
“Well, hello there, pretty lady,” he said, pushing off the frame of the door and coming toward her. “Lost something?”
Kensley could not believe her eyes, which resulted in her continuously staring at the man, looking utterly stupid as she did so.
He was perfect in every way, and she kept looking... well, gawking at him to make sure she was actually seeing what she thought she was seeing.
Baby blue eyes, which turned almost closed when he smiled. Perfect height, under six feet, so not overwhelmingly tall, but rather overly muscular, yes, he was bursting out of his shirt, and oh boy, were those suspenders running over his shoulders and sticking out of his jacket?
Tick. Tick. Tick.
But the crowning glory to complete everything was his beard. Full. Red. With an imperial mustache the likes of which she had never seen on any man in real life before.
A huge Tick.
Still smiling at her while she gaped at him, he closed the distance between them.
She could not believe she had foundhimhere in Hunter McLeod's magnificent house out of every other place in the world.
What were the chances? Was her sole acquaintance with Hunter only to stumble upon this one man? She needed to think and had to come up with a good strategy that wouldn’t scare him away.
She was still mutely staring at the man when Hunter came upon them. Her body answered his presence with the usual tightening of her nipples and slow burn drenching of her fresh panties. Damn him.
But with everything going on inside her—all the excitement at the perfect rare find in this new stranger she had just set eyes on, coupled with her dire urgency to speak to Marcy immediately—Hunter was the only man who could strip her bare and take her breath away, displace her a thousand seas over and then make her body want to bend to his will for a lifetime and more.
