His Every Need by Terri L. Austin Page A

odd.”
    His gaze lowered to her lips. “I enjoy long walks on the beach and living each day
     to the fullest. My turnoffs are rude people, and I adore Virgos.”
    Allie couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing. He’d looked so serious and earnest
     when he’d rattled off that stupid list. “You’re out of luck then, because you don’t
     live near a beach, you’re the rudest person I know, and I’m not a Virgo.”
    “But I don’t love you, darling, so we can cross that off our list.” He forked a piece
     of duck and held it to her lips.
    Well, that sobered her up. He didn’t love her and she didn’t love him. But to hear
     him say it made her heart stutter.
    They finished lunch without any more personal revelations and when they hopped into
     the limo, Trevor instructed Simmons to take Allie to her home. But he made her solemnly
     swear to be back at the mansion by six.
    “I promise. And thank you, Trevor.”
    “Yes well, you were becoming tiresome.” Then he pulled out his phone and ignored her
     for the rest of the drive.
    ***
    Trevor spent the afternoon catching up on work. And thinking about Allie. That sad
     lot she called a family was dragging her down. Needy, the whole mess of them.
    As he walked through the upstairs hallway before dinner, he glanced into the glass
     case that held the engraved biscuit tins Allie had mentioned. Everything displayed
     in the house had been a part of his grandfather’s collection—the old man’s obsession,
     really.
    Trevor often wondered what his grandfather would think of him, here in Vegas. Dragging
     half of England with him. Building a garden in the middle of a desert. It smacked
     of a sentimentality he’d never openly admit to. If Allie’s family was her weakness,
     this was probably his—hanging on to the past, to the grandfather who’d given him a
     home.
    He stopped in front of Allie’s room and knocked on the door.
    After a moment, she poked her head out and frowned at him. “What? I was back before
     six.” She clutched the lapels of her pink robe with one hand.
    Her skin was still damp and she smelled divine. He watched as a single drop of water
     slipped from the hollow of her throat down her upper chest, to hide beneath the satiny
     folds of material. He wanted to follow its trail with his tongue. Under his gaze,
     Allie’s nipples beaded. He needed some quality time with those breasts too. He’d had
     a sampling the night before. Now he wanted more. When his eyes drifted back to her
     face, her cheeks were as pink as the robe. “I appreciate your punctuality, Miss Campbell.
     I thought we might have a drink on the terrace before dinner.”
    “Oh.” She swallowed. “Okay.” She sounded a little breathless. Her voice was a little
     huskier. He wanted her to say his name with that voice.
    Trevor perused her, from the top of her blond head to her bare toes, peeking out from
     beneath the hem of the robe. “Or I could come in and we could delay dinner by an hour.
     Or two.”
    She clutched the robe tighter. “I’m not on the menu, English.” She slammed the door
     in his face.
    In spite of his aching cock, he smiled. Yes, this was why Allie was here. She amused
     him.
    He propped himself against the wall and waited. “Tick tock, Miss Campbell.”
    “Don’t rush me, Mr. Blake.” The words drifted through the door.
    Trevor studied his nails. “I’ll be sure to order a schoolgirl uniform tomorrow. I
     can’t wait to see you in plaid.” He knew it irritated her when he called her Miss
     Campbell, but he nearly gnashed his teeth when she reciprocated. “I’m coming in there
     to help if you don’t move it along.”
    She opened the door then and stepped out into the hallway. She looked lovely in the
     ivory lace dress, the V-neck displaying a delightful view of her plump breasts. Her
     bright, straight hair looked soft and shiny. He found himself reaching out to touch
     a strand but thrust his hand into his trouser pocket at the last