reflection in beautiful ornate mirror hanging in the hallway. You know that Abbey is a sexy, alluring woman. And Gordon is a highly sexed, very attractive man. Was it even feasible that those two could be just friends? Yeah, right.
It didn’t matter though. Gordon didn’t belong to her. And she certainly didn’t belong to him. So whatever he and Abbey had going on, it had nothing to do with her. It didn’t mean anything.
So why did it hurt like hell?
***
He came the next morning, as usual. There were the final fittings to be done, and he was busy with them all day. Normally, she’d look in to see if he needed anything, or even for just a chat and sometimes, some necking if there was no one else around.
They’d pretty much been unable to keep their hands off each other since they’d become lovers. But Victoria was about to put a stop to that.
She’d been reckless and silly. The sex had been good but then she’d started to have feelings – and that had been dumb. Had he been laughing at her the whole time? The mixed-up American chick that’d been so easy to seduce. A few tender words, and she’d spread her legs like some needy female.
And now she was feeling the pangs. The sense of being played for a fool – and she didn’t like it. It occurred to her that she might be wrong about him, and Abbey. But what did she know? She’d come across the ocean for one purpose – and she’d already allowed herself to be sidetracked once. She’d meant to arrive, sell the house and leave. But she’d let Abbey convince her to stay and renovate the house. Next, Gordon had almost convinced her to stay.
She was done listening to people she didn’t really know. Now, she’d listen to her common sense. And it told her to show caution – to exercise more self-restraint than she’d been doing so far.
So when Gordon knocked on the door of the study and came in, he found her behind the desk, busy at the computer.
“What are you doing?” he asked mildly, coming to perch at her desk. “I thought you’d want to see what I’ve done with the cabinets in the south room.”
“I’ll look at it later,” she said with an easy smile, glancing up at him. He was tugging off his work gloves, and she drew her eyes away from him in those overalls she’d always found so sexy. Clearing her throat lightly, she added, “Right now, I’m checking out real estate prices. Trying to figure out what I can sell the house for I’ve been talking to some agents, and…”
“You’re going to sell?”
She glanced up and saw his face, his expression surprised. “I think I will,” she said. “Yes.”
“You sound like you mind’s made up already. I thought you said you’ll think about it?”
“I have,” she said, shrugging as she swiveled in her chair to face the computer again. “And I decided I should just go with the original plan. Fix the house, sell it, and leave. I don’t see any impediments to that arrangement, do you?”
“Only one,” he murmured. “Me. Victoria, I…”
“I really can’t talk now,” she said, breaking in quickly and getting to her feet. She strode out from behind her desk, and went to the door. “I have so many details to see to right now. And I’m sure you have loads to do too, so…”
She was holding open the door, and saw him pause for a few moments, before he quietly nodded, and left.
It went on for a few days in this manner. She generally kept out of his way while he was in the house, and even when he tried to talk to her, she was always too busy. Thankfully, there were more workers from his construction team than ever, working on the final stages of the house. So he was busy too, though he tried as much as he could to get Victoria to make time for them to talk. But she always found something else she needed to be doing.
She could sense his confusion, and sometimes, his irritation. She knew that he was brimming with questions about her strange new attitude, and by the end of the week;
It didn’t matter though. Gordon didn’t belong to her. And she certainly didn’t belong to him. So whatever he and Abbey had going on, it had nothing to do with her. It didn’t mean anything.
So why did it hurt like hell?
***
He came the next morning, as usual. There were the final fittings to be done, and he was busy with them all day. Normally, she’d look in to see if he needed anything, or even for just a chat and sometimes, some necking if there was no one else around.
They’d pretty much been unable to keep their hands off each other since they’d become lovers. But Victoria was about to put a stop to that.
She’d been reckless and silly. The sex had been good but then she’d started to have feelings – and that had been dumb. Had he been laughing at her the whole time? The mixed-up American chick that’d been so easy to seduce. A few tender words, and she’d spread her legs like some needy female.
And now she was feeling the pangs. The sense of being played for a fool – and she didn’t like it. It occurred to her that she might be wrong about him, and Abbey. But what did she know? She’d come across the ocean for one purpose – and she’d already allowed herself to be sidetracked once. She’d meant to arrive, sell the house and leave. But she’d let Abbey convince her to stay and renovate the house. Next, Gordon had almost convinced her to stay.
She was done listening to people she didn’t really know. Now, she’d listen to her common sense. And it told her to show caution – to exercise more self-restraint than she’d been doing so far.
So when Gordon knocked on the door of the study and came in, he found her behind the desk, busy at the computer.
“What are you doing?” he asked mildly, coming to perch at her desk. “I thought you’d want to see what I’ve done with the cabinets in the south room.”
“I’ll look at it later,” she said with an easy smile, glancing up at him. He was tugging off his work gloves, and she drew her eyes away from him in those overalls she’d always found so sexy. Clearing her throat lightly, she added, “Right now, I’m checking out real estate prices. Trying to figure out what I can sell the house for I’ve been talking to some agents, and…”
“You’re going to sell?”
She glanced up and saw his face, his expression surprised. “I think I will,” she said. “Yes.”
“You sound like you mind’s made up already. I thought you said you’ll think about it?”
“I have,” she said, shrugging as she swiveled in her chair to face the computer again. “And I decided I should just go with the original plan. Fix the house, sell it, and leave. I don’t see any impediments to that arrangement, do you?”
“Only one,” he murmured. “Me. Victoria, I…”
“I really can’t talk now,” she said, breaking in quickly and getting to her feet. She strode out from behind her desk, and went to the door. “I have so many details to see to right now. And I’m sure you have loads to do too, so…”
She was holding open the door, and saw him pause for a few moments, before he quietly nodded, and left.
It went on for a few days in this manner. She generally kept out of his way while he was in the house, and even when he tried to talk to her, she was always too busy. Thankfully, there were more workers from his construction team than ever, working on the final stages of the house. So he was busy too, though he tried as much as he could to get Victoria to make time for them to talk. But she always found something else she needed to be doing.
She could sense his confusion, and sometimes, his irritation. She knew that he was brimming with questions about her strange new attitude, and by the end of the week;
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