regret
the decision she made? Was she, as he did over the past five years, thinking
that Robert could have been … should have been their child!
Chapter Seven
Clarissa trotted wearily to her
cottage. The sun barely peeked over the horizon when she opened her door. She
slept very badly over the past few days. Mainly because she slept in a
different bed every night.
Her desperate way of
keeping Raymond out of hers caused her work to suffer. She growled as she
caught sight of the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror.
As she stood under the
warm spray of the shower, she recalled the scene that prompted her to start
sleeping in any available room in the hotel rather than in her own bed in her
own cottage!
Raymond was clearly
determined to keep his threat of coming for her where ever, whenever. Three
days ago she had just entered her cottage after the little pirates ship
building competition, when she heard Lizelle, the blond always on Raymond’s
arm, shrill, “Yohoo, Raymond darling!” just outside her cottage.
She looked outside and
with a shock met the irritated gaze of Raymond clashing with hers; literally
two meters from her cottage. The blond woman’s high heels clattered on the
pathway towards Ray, his eyes still locked on Clarissa. He was clearly torn on
how to deal with the situation. The blaze in his eyes scorched hers and sent a
message of such heat and desire it nearly singed her to the bone.
“I’ll be back later,”
he mouthed softly at her.
She had breathed a sigh
of relief when he turned around and walked towards the blond woman, took her
arm and led her back towards the hotel. She had closed the door and sagged
back against it.
She knew that she would
not have been able to send him away, if he entered her cottage and if that
happened they would have made love. Just the thought of it caused ripples of
longing to shiver along her body and the heat of her desire, pooled low in her
stomach.
She folded her arms
around her body and realized that one way or another she needed to keep her
sanity, and the only way she would achieve that was to stay away from Raymond.
Thereby ensuring he did not have the opportunity to seduce her again, because
it would not take much effort for him to get her back in his bed!
That was when she
decided to stay away from her cottage, not to be there at night, should he come
around looking for her. Luckily for her there were a few rooms available over
the next week or so until Miguel’s guests started arriving for their party as
some of the guests already started departing with the winding down of the
Pirates Festival.
She soaked in the bath
for a while, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body and went to
stand in front of her bedroom window, towel drying her hair. She sighed as she
took in the beautiful beach in front of her.
She heard the front
door open and close and she froze for a moment. Before she got around her bed,
Raymond appeared in the bedroom doorway. She lowered the towel and her hungry
gaze caressed his sweaty body. Clearly he had been jogging.
She gasped as he
unceremoniously pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. She watched it
floating to the chair in the corner. When he pushed his shorts down her eyes
darted up to his, trying to ignore his full arousal rearing upward, strong and
proud.
“Wha … what are you
doing?”
He watched her with
such intensity she felt it down to her toes. He kicked his sneakers off and
the next moment he stood right in front of her. His gaze bored into hers,
deeply, completely, as if there were nothing and no one else on earth.
His hand lifted to pull
the towel away and she frantically clutched it closer to her, stepping back at
the same time.
Relentlessly he
followed, his fiery gaze never leaving hers.
“Ray … stop this … you
have to … no ...!”
Helplessly she watched
the towel flutter to the floor as he effortlessly wrestled it from her grip.
His
the decision she made? Was she, as he did over the past five years, thinking
that Robert could have been … should have been their child!
Chapter Seven
Clarissa trotted wearily to her
cottage. The sun barely peeked over the horizon when she opened her door. She
slept very badly over the past few days. Mainly because she slept in a
different bed every night.
Her desperate way of
keeping Raymond out of hers caused her work to suffer. She growled as she
caught sight of the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror.
As she stood under the
warm spray of the shower, she recalled the scene that prompted her to start
sleeping in any available room in the hotel rather than in her own bed in her
own cottage!
Raymond was clearly
determined to keep his threat of coming for her where ever, whenever. Three
days ago she had just entered her cottage after the little pirates ship
building competition, when she heard Lizelle, the blond always on Raymond’s
arm, shrill, “Yohoo, Raymond darling!” just outside her cottage.
She looked outside and
with a shock met the irritated gaze of Raymond clashing with hers; literally
two meters from her cottage. The blond woman’s high heels clattered on the
pathway towards Ray, his eyes still locked on Clarissa. He was clearly torn on
how to deal with the situation. The blaze in his eyes scorched hers and sent a
message of such heat and desire it nearly singed her to the bone.
“I’ll be back later,”
he mouthed softly at her.
She had breathed a sigh
of relief when he turned around and walked towards the blond woman, took her
arm and led her back towards the hotel. She had closed the door and sagged
back against it.
She knew that she would
not have been able to send him away, if he entered her cottage and if that
happened they would have made love. Just the thought of it caused ripples of
longing to shiver along her body and the heat of her desire, pooled low in her
stomach.
She folded her arms
around her body and realized that one way or another she needed to keep her
sanity, and the only way she would achieve that was to stay away from Raymond.
Thereby ensuring he did not have the opportunity to seduce her again, because
it would not take much effort for him to get her back in his bed!
That was when she
decided to stay away from her cottage, not to be there at night, should he come
around looking for her. Luckily for her there were a few rooms available over
the next week or so until Miguel’s guests started arriving for their party as
some of the guests already started departing with the winding down of the
Pirates Festival.
She soaked in the bath
for a while, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body and went to
stand in front of her bedroom window, towel drying her hair. She sighed as she
took in the beautiful beach in front of her.
She heard the front
door open and close and she froze for a moment. Before she got around her bed,
Raymond appeared in the bedroom doorway. She lowered the towel and her hungry
gaze caressed his sweaty body. Clearly he had been jogging.
She gasped as he
unceremoniously pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. She watched it
floating to the chair in the corner. When he pushed his shorts down her eyes
darted up to his, trying to ignore his full arousal rearing upward, strong and
proud.
“Wha … what are you
doing?”
He watched her with
such intensity she felt it down to her toes. He kicked his sneakers off and
the next moment he stood right in front of her. His gaze bored into hers,
deeply, completely, as if there were nothing and no one else on earth.
His hand lifted to pull
the towel away and she frantically clutched it closer to her, stepping back at
the same time.
Relentlessly he
followed, his fiery gaze never leaving hers.
“Ray … stop this … you
have to … no ...!”
Helplessly she watched
the towel flutter to the floor as he effortlessly wrestled it from her grip.
His
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