Boxed Set: At the Billionaire’s Command – Vol. 1-3 by Lucy Jones Page B
Authors: Lucy Jones
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appreciated the fact that Vincent was there, enveloping me in his reassuring presence. It did me a lot of good.
In the afternoon, the doctor brought me the results of my blood tests. Nothing irregular. He confirmed his theory of a “panic attack”, advised me to rest and to go and see a doctor if it happened again.
Shortly after this visit, I received a text message which forced me to say good-bye to Vincent rather earlier than anticipated:
26 July 2012 17:00
[Ray will be at the hospital in half an hour.]
I informed my new friend and told him how grateful I was for everything he’d done for me. We exchanged telephone numbers so we could keep in touch.
At five thirty pm exactly, Ray found me ready to leave
"We’re pleased to see you safe and sound, Miss Belmont", he said.
We laughed together as we left the hospital. Daniel’s car was parked in front of the entrance. Ray put my cases into the boot and went to sit in the driver’s seat, while I sat in the back, next to Daniel. The doors closed and the engine started.
"Ray, let’s go to Sterenn Park."
1 Nobody should be punished for their thoughts!
10. Sterenn Park
I could sense light through my closed eyelids. My eyes blinked a little before they opened fully and saw a tall, wide window with small, square panels, whose interior shutters were folded down inside the frame. A slight breeze entered through the half-open window, inflating the diaphanous curtains like sails. The sunshine of a beautiful day flooded the room with a gentle heat. Everything was so quiet that I could clearly hear the song of the birds. I sat up a little, leant my back against the comfortable pillows and looked around the room. I’d never seen such a huge room. It was imposing in size and uncluttered in style. Its unusual dimensions, its high, white moulded ceilings, its minimalist furniture and its clean surfaces could have rendered it soulless and almost alarming. However, with its walls painted a bluish grey, its old herringbone parquet floor, its large iron bed covered in flowery material, its bouquet of fresh roses placed on a light wood bedside table and its few, yet beautiful, objects, it exuded an extremely charming, soft and intimate atmosphere.
Someone knocked at the door. Daniel entered and came to sit on the edge of the bed. He was wearing jeans and a white cotton shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and whose neckline allowed a glimpse of his smooth, dark torso. His eyes were shining and his whole face was smiling. There was something different in his eyes and in his general manner, which I couldn’t put my finger on.
"It was a long journey and you fell asleep in the car. I didn’t want to wake you when we arrived here, so I carried you to this room."
I imagined the scene, through my own rose-tinted romantic lens... I would have paid good money to see it.
"Here?"
"I would like to welcome you to Sterenn Park, Julia", he said, moving the hair which had fallen in front of my face. "My maternal grandmother was English and here, in Finistère, it reminded her a little of home. When she died, its ownership passed to me and I come here as often as I can."
I wanted to ask him lots of questions about his family, the history of Sterenn Park and his attachment to this place, but I especially wanted him to kiss me, here, now. I wanted to forget the incident, the fear and the hospital; I wanted this quiet, sunny room to be the scene of our reunion.
Following a slightly crazy impulse, I threw myself at his lips. Daniel did not respond; he just remained impassive. I moved back to look at him. My quick, clumsy movement betrayed my surprise and incomprehension. But Daniel seemed even more disconcerted than I was. We stayed there, a few centimetres from each other, staring at each other for what seemed to me like an eternity. And then suddenly, Daniel threw himself at me, took my face between his hands and kissed me with extraordinary passion.
We clung onto each other with a sort
In the afternoon, the doctor brought me the results of my blood tests. Nothing irregular. He confirmed his theory of a “panic attack”, advised me to rest and to go and see a doctor if it happened again.
Shortly after this visit, I received a text message which forced me to say good-bye to Vincent rather earlier than anticipated:
26 July 2012 17:00
[Ray will be at the hospital in half an hour.]
I informed my new friend and told him how grateful I was for everything he’d done for me. We exchanged telephone numbers so we could keep in touch.
At five thirty pm exactly, Ray found me ready to leave
"We’re pleased to see you safe and sound, Miss Belmont", he said.
We laughed together as we left the hospital. Daniel’s car was parked in front of the entrance. Ray put my cases into the boot and went to sit in the driver’s seat, while I sat in the back, next to Daniel. The doors closed and the engine started.
"Ray, let’s go to Sterenn Park."
1 Nobody should be punished for their thoughts!
10. Sterenn Park
I could sense light through my closed eyelids. My eyes blinked a little before they opened fully and saw a tall, wide window with small, square panels, whose interior shutters were folded down inside the frame. A slight breeze entered through the half-open window, inflating the diaphanous curtains like sails. The sunshine of a beautiful day flooded the room with a gentle heat. Everything was so quiet that I could clearly hear the song of the birds. I sat up a little, leant my back against the comfortable pillows and looked around the room. I’d never seen such a huge room. It was imposing in size and uncluttered in style. Its unusual dimensions, its high, white moulded ceilings, its minimalist furniture and its clean surfaces could have rendered it soulless and almost alarming. However, with its walls painted a bluish grey, its old herringbone parquet floor, its large iron bed covered in flowery material, its bouquet of fresh roses placed on a light wood bedside table and its few, yet beautiful, objects, it exuded an extremely charming, soft and intimate atmosphere.
Someone knocked at the door. Daniel entered and came to sit on the edge of the bed. He was wearing jeans and a white cotton shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and whose neckline allowed a glimpse of his smooth, dark torso. His eyes were shining and his whole face was smiling. There was something different in his eyes and in his general manner, which I couldn’t put my finger on.
"It was a long journey and you fell asleep in the car. I didn’t want to wake you when we arrived here, so I carried you to this room."
I imagined the scene, through my own rose-tinted romantic lens... I would have paid good money to see it.
"Here?"
"I would like to welcome you to Sterenn Park, Julia", he said, moving the hair which had fallen in front of my face. "My maternal grandmother was English and here, in Finistère, it reminded her a little of home. When she died, its ownership passed to me and I come here as often as I can."
I wanted to ask him lots of questions about his family, the history of Sterenn Park and his attachment to this place, but I especially wanted him to kiss me, here, now. I wanted to forget the incident, the fear and the hospital; I wanted this quiet, sunny room to be the scene of our reunion.
Following a slightly crazy impulse, I threw myself at his lips. Daniel did not respond; he just remained impassive. I moved back to look at him. My quick, clumsy movement betrayed my surprise and incomprehension. But Daniel seemed even more disconcerted than I was. We stayed there, a few centimetres from each other, staring at each other for what seemed to me like an eternity. And then suddenly, Daniel threw himself at me, took my face between his hands and kissed me with extraordinary passion.
We clung onto each other with a sort
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