*
T he next morning she opened her eyes.
Sunlight seeped through the window and reflected off from Blade’s dark hair. As
she watched him sleeping, memories of the night before came slamming back in
full force. She almost groaned out loud at the sensation.
She could hear Martha moving around downstairs. Oh
great! She flung an arm over her forehead. What if she discovered their
sleeping arrangement? She needed to figure out how to get out of Blade’s
bedroom and into her own without getting caught.
She recalled how upset Blade became the last time she
tried to sneak out of bed and the last thing she needed was another fight with
him and Martha hearing them. If that happened, Martha would know exactly what
happened between her and Blade. She would just have to lie there and wait for
him to wake up. She would have to talk to him when he did. She knew it wouldn’t
be easy though.
She thought she made herself clear to Blade the last time
this happened. She specifically told him they couldn’t have sex anymore. It was
apparent she didn't get through to him or he wouldn't have brought her to his
room last night. She also knew she was half the blame for the situation she was
in and it didn't make her feel any better.
"This is where you belong, right here in my bed, for
the rest of our lives", he cried out last night. What did he mean by that?
Did he want a sexual relationship with her for the rest of their lives? He
never mentioned anything about love. What kind of woman did he take her for?
Blade Thorne and late nights were a lethal combination
these days. It seemed when she got near him after everyone else went to bed,
she found herself in this situation with him the next morning.
He began to stir in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes
and a smile made itself at home on his face, which was covered in early morning
stubble. He was too attractive for his own good. Maybe he was too attractive.
She fought off the urge to run her fingers over it. She clasped her hands
together.
“What a beautiful sight to wake up to,” Blade said as he
leisurely stretched. “I must have died and gone to heaven.” Okay, so he didn't
regret what they did.
“Don’t you think we should get up and get dressed for
breakfast?” She was afraid if they didn't, she would repeat the same mistake
for a third time, only it would be in the light of day.
As if on cue, the devilish look he gave her the night
before appeared in his eyes again. “Darling, as far as I’m concerned, you are
my breakfast.” He grinned and tried to reach for her, but she rolled away from
him. She was feeling annoyed.
“We need to talk.” She needed to get through to him.
“Can’t it wait ‘til later? Right now there are much more
important things on my mind.” Like what? She wondered. As far as she was
concerned, the only thing that mattered was getting herself out of his bed
without getting caught and seeing to it that she never found herself anywhere
near a bed with Blade Thorne again.
Anger flared up in her, but she tried not to let it show.
What did he think she was? Did he think she was his plaything? “That's what I
need to talk to you about.”
He frowned, deep lines creasing his forehead. She could
tell he was irritated, but she couldn’t back down. “What?” All playfulness was
out of his voice.
“I know we’ve talked about this subject once before and I
hope this is the last time I have to repeat it. Last night wasn’t supposed to
happen. I told you before we couldn't be doing this.”
Anger blazed in his steel gray eyes. “If I remember
right, I heard no complaints from you last night. In fact, you were begging for
it.” She gasped at his accusation.
“I was not,” she snapped, her anger bubbling up within
her. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her nightgown up off the floor, covering
herself with it. She turned to him. “Last night was the last time you and I
have sex, got it?” She moved toward the door.
“Oh yeah, I
T he next morning she opened her eyes.
Sunlight seeped through the window and reflected off from Blade’s dark hair. As
she watched him sleeping, memories of the night before came slamming back in
full force. She almost groaned out loud at the sensation.
She could hear Martha moving around downstairs. Oh
great! She flung an arm over her forehead. What if she discovered their
sleeping arrangement? She needed to figure out how to get out of Blade’s
bedroom and into her own without getting caught.
She recalled how upset Blade became the last time she
tried to sneak out of bed and the last thing she needed was another fight with
him and Martha hearing them. If that happened, Martha would know exactly what
happened between her and Blade. She would just have to lie there and wait for
him to wake up. She would have to talk to him when he did. She knew it wouldn’t
be easy though.
She thought she made herself clear to Blade the last time
this happened. She specifically told him they couldn’t have sex anymore. It was
apparent she didn't get through to him or he wouldn't have brought her to his
room last night. She also knew she was half the blame for the situation she was
in and it didn't make her feel any better.
"This is where you belong, right here in my bed, for
the rest of our lives", he cried out last night. What did he mean by that?
Did he want a sexual relationship with her for the rest of their lives? He
never mentioned anything about love. What kind of woman did he take her for?
Blade Thorne and late nights were a lethal combination
these days. It seemed when she got near him after everyone else went to bed,
she found herself in this situation with him the next morning.
He began to stir in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes
and a smile made itself at home on his face, which was covered in early morning
stubble. He was too attractive for his own good. Maybe he was too attractive.
She fought off the urge to run her fingers over it. She clasped her hands
together.
“What a beautiful sight to wake up to,” Blade said as he
leisurely stretched. “I must have died and gone to heaven.” Okay, so he didn't
regret what they did.
“Don’t you think we should get up and get dressed for
breakfast?” She was afraid if they didn't, she would repeat the same mistake
for a third time, only it would be in the light of day.
As if on cue, the devilish look he gave her the night
before appeared in his eyes again. “Darling, as far as I’m concerned, you are
my breakfast.” He grinned and tried to reach for her, but she rolled away from
him. She was feeling annoyed.
“We need to talk.” She needed to get through to him.
“Can’t it wait ‘til later? Right now there are much more
important things on my mind.” Like what? She wondered. As far as she was
concerned, the only thing that mattered was getting herself out of his bed
without getting caught and seeing to it that she never found herself anywhere
near a bed with Blade Thorne again.
Anger flared up in her, but she tried not to let it show.
What did he think she was? Did he think she was his plaything? “That's what I
need to talk to you about.”
He frowned, deep lines creasing his forehead. She could
tell he was irritated, but she couldn’t back down. “What?” All playfulness was
out of his voice.
“I know we’ve talked about this subject once before and I
hope this is the last time I have to repeat it. Last night wasn’t supposed to
happen. I told you before we couldn't be doing this.”
Anger blazed in his steel gray eyes. “If I remember
right, I heard no complaints from you last night. In fact, you were begging for
it.” She gasped at his accusation.
“I was not,” she snapped, her anger bubbling up within
her. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her nightgown up off the floor, covering
herself with it. She turned to him. “Last night was the last time you and I
have sex, got it?” She moved toward the door.
“Oh yeah, I
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