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A virgin.
“I would hate Stan to follow in my footsteps and give up such a…” he pauses and I’m back in room. Rolling my lips, I ignore the harsh thumping in my chest. “Wine?” he holds a bottle of sauvignon up.
“Please,” I sigh, looking over my shoulder through the window and see Stanley still on the phone. I shake my head from side to side and disappointment surges through me.
“He will realise…” Klaus pulls me from my thoughts as he tops my glass up.
“Yeah…” I lick my lips, “when it is too late,” I give a small, sad smile as I wrap my fingers round the wine glass stem. Sadly, it’s the truth.
The cold. Hard. Truth.
“Hey, no sad smiles little one…” he leans across the worktop, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t see the way his muscles rippled under his fitted white tee. My mouth gapes slightly and I feel the pulse between my legs at the use ofthatnickname.Little one.
My mind drifts back to my book where Sage gets eaten out by her stalker in the club she works at.
My cheeks flame.
Shit.
I find myself downing my wine in one and wincing as it burns my throat.
“Hey dad,” my husband calls out, walking into the kitchen and staring at my empty glass. “Thirsty?” He raises his brows and Klaus is there topping me up almost instantly.
“Very,” I swallow dryly and take another sip of wine.
“Slowdown will you,” Stan tuts, and I drop my head.
“Leave her alone for fuck’s sake. Let her have a drink.” Klaus jumps to my defence but I just sniffle and avoid eye contact.
Stan shakes his head from side to side and storms back outside into the chilly afternoon air.
“Ignore him.”
I finally lift my head and look at my father-in-law, his dark brown eyes pinned to mine and I see a little glimmer of something dance through them. His large hand runs down his chin, his trimmed beard scratching against the skin on his palm.
“How did I get here?” I whisper out loud, forgetting where I am and who I am with. I neck my glass of wine and Klaus is there filling it back up yet again.
“Belle?” Klaus’ head dips as his eyes try to find mine but I refuse to look at him. I am embarrassed.
A loud thump sounds out as our bags and suitcases hit the wooden floor in the hallway and Stan just leaves them there, walking into the kitchen and grabbing himself a bottle of beer before he picks up his phone.
My eyes move back to the bags, they’ll just sit there until I take them up.
“In my next life I hope I come back as a phone,” I mumble under my breath as I push off the stool and I step forward, suddenly feeling woozy but Klaus is there in front of me keeping me steady. My hands press against his firm chest and I ignore the coursing fire that is burning the tips of my fingers.
“I’ve got you,” his voice low as I balance myself.
“Thanks,” I whisper, my head tipping back slightly as I look up at him.
He really is handsome.
It’s a shame I’m married to his son.
And it’s a real, damn shame that he’s nearly thirty years my senior.
I sigh, pushing off him and walking towards the stairs.
Klaus is behind me, his body pressed against mine and I swear I can feel his hard dick pushing into my back.
