the hall, only this baby was quite colorful in shades of orange, red, and
gold.
All told, a magnificent room.
Logan lifted an afghan throw in a bright patchwork design
from one of the leather chairs. He handed it over. “So you don’t get any bugs
on you when we’re outside, rather than in here.”
Smiling, Tessa slung the thing over her shoulder. “Don’t be
such a baby. It won’t be so bad.”
“I’m definitely planning on that.”
With his cryptic-yet-suggestive comment, he walked past,
motioning for Tessa to follow.
How could she not.
She watched as Logan shooed the pups into a side room
divided into sections that Tessa couldn’t begin to understand. There were a
couple of low chairs—the kind kids sit on—what looked to be doggie beds, chew
toys, food, and two bowls of water. The Labs ignored all of it. Just in time,
Logan closed the door on them before they could slip out. They whined, bumping
their pudgy bodies against the wood, then clawing it.
“What are the sections for?” Tessa asked.
“It’s the Misty Method.”
“To do what?”
“Housebreak them beginning at three weeks.”
Tessa arched one eyebrow. “Misty’s a fairy godmother? She
waves her magic wand?”
“Hardly.” He kept smiling. “You divide their room into a
place for play, eating and well, you know. Once they get used to the idea of
not messing up the other areas, they go to the proper one if nature calls and I’m
not immediately available to see to their needs.”
“Clever. But what about what they’re doing now?” They were
still clawing the door. “Won’t they mess up it up?”
“It’s only wood. Just like all the furniture in here. If
they destroy anything, so what? It’s all replaceable.”
Not like pets…or people.
Tessa didn’t ask anything else. They crossed the front porch
and walked to the grassy slope that led to the pond. Stately trees surrounded
parts of it, their dense branches thick with leaves, some dipping toward the
water. It glittered beneath the heavy summer sun. To the left were the
fenced-in areas, a view that went on for miles, the road winding down it.
Unable to stop herself, Tessa hunched her shoulders and
lowered the afghan to hide her cunt. She kept glancing around instinctively,
worried that the caretakers might have returned for some unknown reason and
would soon be making their way here.
Logan’s steps slowed as they neared the pond. “How long have
you worked for the agency?”
She tried to sound nonchalant. “It’ll be a year soon.”
He didn’t ask how soon, simply nodding as if he’d already
suspected she hadn’t been seeing to men’s pleasure for very long. The breeze
tugged at his hair, making him seem sexier, downright reckless. “What made you
do the auction?”
“It was for a good cause.”
He stopped and so did she. With no hesitation at all, he
leaned into her. “Yes it was.”
Tessa shivered at his breath skimming her skin.
“No one’s out here,” he murmured, “except for us. The
caretakers won’t be back until next Sunday. Right now, they’re winging their
way toward Paradise Island. Their plane won’t even be traveling over this
property. It’s not on anyone’s flight plan. You wouldn’t be out here as you are
now if it were…I wouldn’t have put you in that position given your obvious
unease. I’m not that kind of man.”
Tessa already knew that. Even so, having him state it so
seriously relaxed her. “Thanks.”
“Save your thanks for later.” He gave her a knowing smile
and put the cloth bag on the ground. Once he’d spread out the afghan, he
offered Tessa his hand.
She sat as gracefully as she could, no longer trying to hide
her partial nudity.
Logan studied it. “Take off your bra, but leave the jewelry
and your shoes on.”
Tessa’s skin grew moist with anticipation. She did as he
asked, dropping her bra near his feet. Large and nicely shaped, his toes long.
Grinning, he pulled out the item in his front pocket.
gold.
All told, a magnificent room.
Logan lifted an afghan throw in a bright patchwork design
from one of the leather chairs. He handed it over. “So you don’t get any bugs
on you when we’re outside, rather than in here.”
Smiling, Tessa slung the thing over her shoulder. “Don’t be
such a baby. It won’t be so bad.”
“I’m definitely planning on that.”
With his cryptic-yet-suggestive comment, he walked past,
motioning for Tessa to follow.
How could she not.
She watched as Logan shooed the pups into a side room
divided into sections that Tessa couldn’t begin to understand. There were a
couple of low chairs—the kind kids sit on—what looked to be doggie beds, chew
toys, food, and two bowls of water. The Labs ignored all of it. Just in time,
Logan closed the door on them before they could slip out. They whined, bumping
their pudgy bodies against the wood, then clawing it.
“What are the sections for?” Tessa asked.
“It’s the Misty Method.”
“To do what?”
“Housebreak them beginning at three weeks.”
Tessa arched one eyebrow. “Misty’s a fairy godmother? She
waves her magic wand?”
“Hardly.” He kept smiling. “You divide their room into a
place for play, eating and well, you know. Once they get used to the idea of
not messing up the other areas, they go to the proper one if nature calls and I’m
not immediately available to see to their needs.”
“Clever. But what about what they’re doing now?” They were
still clawing the door. “Won’t they mess up it up?”
“It’s only wood. Just like all the furniture in here. If
they destroy anything, so what? It’s all replaceable.”
Not like pets…or people.
Tessa didn’t ask anything else. They crossed the front porch
and walked to the grassy slope that led to the pond. Stately trees surrounded
parts of it, their dense branches thick with leaves, some dipping toward the
water. It glittered beneath the heavy summer sun. To the left were the
fenced-in areas, a view that went on for miles, the road winding down it.
Unable to stop herself, Tessa hunched her shoulders and
lowered the afghan to hide her cunt. She kept glancing around instinctively,
worried that the caretakers might have returned for some unknown reason and
would soon be making their way here.
Logan’s steps slowed as they neared the pond. “How long have
you worked for the agency?”
She tried to sound nonchalant. “It’ll be a year soon.”
He didn’t ask how soon, simply nodding as if he’d already
suspected she hadn’t been seeing to men’s pleasure for very long. The breeze
tugged at his hair, making him seem sexier, downright reckless. “What made you
do the auction?”
“It was for a good cause.”
He stopped and so did she. With no hesitation at all, he
leaned into her. “Yes it was.”
Tessa shivered at his breath skimming her skin.
“No one’s out here,” he murmured, “except for us. The
caretakers won’t be back until next Sunday. Right now, they’re winging their
way toward Paradise Island. Their plane won’t even be traveling over this
property. It’s not on anyone’s flight plan. You wouldn’t be out here as you are
now if it were…I wouldn’t have put you in that position given your obvious
unease. I’m not that kind of man.”
Tessa already knew that. Even so, having him state it so
seriously relaxed her. “Thanks.”
“Save your thanks for later.” He gave her a knowing smile
and put the cloth bag on the ground. Once he’d spread out the afghan, he
offered Tessa his hand.
She sat as gracefully as she could, no longer trying to hide
her partial nudity.
Logan studied it. “Take off your bra, but leave the jewelry
and your shoes on.”
Tessa’s skin grew moist with anticipation. She did as he
asked, dropping her bra near his feet. Large and nicely shaped, his toes long.
Grinning, he pulled out the item in his front pocket.
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