Druid Surrender (A Druid Quest Novel Book 1) by Stacey Brutger Page A
Authors: Stacey Brutger
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attention, he’d made himself a more tempting target.
Chapter 8
W yatt sat at the breakfast table, waiting for Brighid. He drummed his fingers on his thigh, trying not to appear anxious for her company. He barely resisted the urge to grab his pocket watch for the third time in ten minutes. He sipped the sixth cup of coffee he didn’t particularly want and promptly burned his tongue.
“Damn.” He set the cup down with a clatter and glared at the breakfast room door. Their unusual first meeting had created a lasting impression, one guaranteed he wouldn’t soon forget. He felt responsible for the chit, but his preoccupation with her went deeper. The attraction between them wouldn’t allow him to dismiss her as just part of the job. She was gorgeous in an unconventional way, but it was more than her beauty that captivated him.
The fire in her eyes when she argued with him created a visceral resolve to possess her that he couldn’t banish.
It brought out the instinctive urge to stake his claim and protect her at all costs.
A little disturbed by the direction of his musings, he rose and strode toward the door. He was getting as bad as a schoolboy mooning over his first girl. He needed to work and put her out of his mind. He refused to have his life dictated by the whims of a woman and her moods. Though he hated to admit it, he was disappointed to be the only one affected by the connection between them.
“Inform me when Miss Legend awakens.” He spoke tersely when he passed Johnson, interrupting the man, who was overseeing the breakfast cleanup.
Johnson, the butler, cleared his throat. “I believe she’s with your mother, my lord.”
Wyatt paused, his smile slow in coming. The feeling of being abandoned left him abruptly and he stood straighter. “Getting on well, are they?”
“So I believe, my lord.” A hint of a small smile played around the butler’s mouth.
“Very good.” Wyatt walked away, then hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, curious to see if his fascination with his new houseguest had faded now the immediate danger was gone.
At the sound of Angelica’s voice, he released the railing and turned tail, practically scurrying toward the safety of his office. Once there, he worked to clear off his desk, but the distracting image of Brighid kept intruding, urging him to go find her and whisk her away so he could have her to himself.
After re-reading the document for the third time and not really seeing it, he tossed it aside. As if he conjured her with his thoughts, the object of his obsession burst into the room without knocking.
“Brighid!” Completely caught off guard, he shot to his feet and tugged at his jacket.
He’d spent the morning struggling not to imagine her. A troop of women had arrived hours ago with familiar trunks. It had required all his willpower to remain seated and continue working, knowing she was upstairs, stripped down to her shift, being fitted and measured for new clothing. The image of her pale skin and red hair stretched across his bed was seared into his brain. Heat rose under his skin, and a primitive urge to be the person she modeled her clothing for had only increased the desire to hunt her down.
She was his guest.
Off limits.
His body didn’t care for the logic.
Now that she was standing in his office, he made no effort to block the inclination to study her, and moved behind his desk, gripping the back of his chair hard when his cock hardened at her nearness. Much to his surprise, he was thrilled to discover that his attraction to her wasn’t a fluke. He couldn’t help smiling at the enchanting sight of her toes peeking out below the hem of her dress.
“I need your help.”
Finally! “Sit down and tell me everything.”
Wyatt walked around the desk, oblivious to her startled expression, and sat next to her. Any information about the factory and the recent attacks would help his investigation. So far they had no leads.
The smell of jasmine filled
Chapter 8
W yatt sat at the breakfast table, waiting for Brighid. He drummed his fingers on his thigh, trying not to appear anxious for her company. He barely resisted the urge to grab his pocket watch for the third time in ten minutes. He sipped the sixth cup of coffee he didn’t particularly want and promptly burned his tongue.
“Damn.” He set the cup down with a clatter and glared at the breakfast room door. Their unusual first meeting had created a lasting impression, one guaranteed he wouldn’t soon forget. He felt responsible for the chit, but his preoccupation with her went deeper. The attraction between them wouldn’t allow him to dismiss her as just part of the job. She was gorgeous in an unconventional way, but it was more than her beauty that captivated him.
The fire in her eyes when she argued with him created a visceral resolve to possess her that he couldn’t banish.
It brought out the instinctive urge to stake his claim and protect her at all costs.
A little disturbed by the direction of his musings, he rose and strode toward the door. He was getting as bad as a schoolboy mooning over his first girl. He needed to work and put her out of his mind. He refused to have his life dictated by the whims of a woman and her moods. Though he hated to admit it, he was disappointed to be the only one affected by the connection between them.
“Inform me when Miss Legend awakens.” He spoke tersely when he passed Johnson, interrupting the man, who was overseeing the breakfast cleanup.
Johnson, the butler, cleared his throat. “I believe she’s with your mother, my lord.”
Wyatt paused, his smile slow in coming. The feeling of being abandoned left him abruptly and he stood straighter. “Getting on well, are they?”
“So I believe, my lord.” A hint of a small smile played around the butler’s mouth.
“Very good.” Wyatt walked away, then hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, curious to see if his fascination with his new houseguest had faded now the immediate danger was gone.
At the sound of Angelica’s voice, he released the railing and turned tail, practically scurrying toward the safety of his office. Once there, he worked to clear off his desk, but the distracting image of Brighid kept intruding, urging him to go find her and whisk her away so he could have her to himself.
After re-reading the document for the third time and not really seeing it, he tossed it aside. As if he conjured her with his thoughts, the object of his obsession burst into the room without knocking.
“Brighid!” Completely caught off guard, he shot to his feet and tugged at his jacket.
He’d spent the morning struggling not to imagine her. A troop of women had arrived hours ago with familiar trunks. It had required all his willpower to remain seated and continue working, knowing she was upstairs, stripped down to her shift, being fitted and measured for new clothing. The image of her pale skin and red hair stretched across his bed was seared into his brain. Heat rose under his skin, and a primitive urge to be the person she modeled her clothing for had only increased the desire to hunt her down.
She was his guest.
Off limits.
His body didn’t care for the logic.
Now that she was standing in his office, he made no effort to block the inclination to study her, and moved behind his desk, gripping the back of his chair hard when his cock hardened at her nearness. Much to his surprise, he was thrilled to discover that his attraction to her wasn’t a fluke. He couldn’t help smiling at the enchanting sight of her toes peeking out below the hem of her dress.
“I need your help.”
Finally! “Sit down and tell me everything.”
Wyatt walked around the desk, oblivious to her startled expression, and sat next to her. Any information about the factory and the recent attacks would help his investigation. So far they had no leads.
The smell of jasmine filled
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