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I was on my way to the door when there was a knock. Probably Lou needed a zip up too.
I opened it, and Ian was standing there.
“You’re decent,” he murmured, his eyes on my dress. “Pity.”
I opened the door further. “Stop it and get in here. I need a zip up.”
“At your service,” he said, coming in and closing the door behind him. I turned my back to him, and as he did me up, he remarked, “I’m used to this going the other direction.”
“I already know you’re a scoundrel, no need to beat the horse dead,” I said as he finished, and I turned around to face him.
“A scoundrel?” he teased.
I walked to a beautifully upholstered, rose velvet chair and sat. “A scoundrel. Are you here to tell me Portia and Daniel have returned?”
“Alas no,” he replied. “Allow me,” he then said, coming to stand in front of me and holding out his hand for the gold, stiletto sandal I’d picked up to put on.
Mutely, I handed it to him, feeling a frisson of sexuality in the gesture.
“Give it here,” he muttered, snapping his fingers toward my feet, his eyes aimed that way.
Marvelous.
He was going to give me an orgasm by being bossy and putting on my shoes.
I lifted my foot.
He cupped the heel in his big, warm hand.
Yes. Careening close to orgasm.
“I’m here because father informed me, we have guests for dinner,” he shared.
“Yes?”
He was a dab hand with the slender straps and buckle, because he managed it in a trice.
“Yes. The Dewhursts. Michael and Mary, and their daughter, Chelsea.”
“Okay,” I said after he bent to retrieve the second shoe and I offered him my other foot.
“They’re good friends of my father, at least Michael is.”
“All right.”
His gaze lifted to mine. “Several years ago, I saw Chelsea for a few months.”
And the murkiness clears.
“Ah.”
“And after we finished, Daniel saw her for a few months more. At this juncture in delivering my message, I feel it’s important to note it was Dad who extended the invitation to them.”
And the vision came into stark relief.
But I could not believe what I was hearing.
I tried to be diplomatic. “Your father’s kind of not a very cool guy.”
