those types of machinations.
Wasn’t she?
Scarlett moved into one of the cozy guest salons off of the main hallway, closing the arched door and gritting her teeth as she tried hard to overcome the lust that was surging through her after that little attempt. She’d done everything she could think of to entice him but he’d only sat behind that stupid table, pretending she wasn’t even there! Why hadn’t he done something? Was she wrong about his feelings for her? Was she making a fool of herself?
She had no idea but she slumped down into one of the old chairs, coughing and waving her hand in front of her face when a cloud of dust wafted up. She didn’t move though, accepting this as her punishment for being so obvious about her attempts to seduce the man who didn’t want to be seduced. Some people suspected him of being inhuman. As she thought about all the things she’d done in that room moments ago, she wondered if the rumors were true.
But then memories of that one night with him, and then the way he’d kissed her after the gala…
No, the man wasn’t a robot. He was flesh and blood and he was here because he cared. A man couldn’t kiss her like that, he couldn’t make love to her as he had without some sort of feelings for her.
Maybe she was doing something wrong. She wasn’t wearing anything clingy. Nor did she have the sexy underwear on or the plunging neckline with the piece of jewelry to draw his eye. But she had boobs! Why wasn’t he just looking at her boobs? Other men did! She’d caught them! She’d been offended but ignored them. What did she have to do to get Grayson to look at them?!
With a sigh, she stood up and dusted off her clothes and her sketchpad, trying to clear the air so that she could focus on this room and her work. Enough silliness. She’d have to come up with a new game plan because this one obviously wasn’t working very well.
For the rest of the afternoon, she worked by herself, not brave enough to go back and try to entice a man who didn’t seem to want to be enticed.
She worked hard, figuring out creative, interesting ways to use the various spaces in the old castle, thinking of Sierra’s favorite colors, she sketched several ideas, trying to come up with options. Sierra and Harrison could then decide what they wanted the final rooms to look like and she’d hire the contractors to get the work accomplished.
Moving from room to room, she continued to work, unaware of the afternoon sunlight fading away until Grayson walked in and took her sketchpad away. “Time for dinner,” he announced with a firm voice.
Scarlett’s mouth dropped open, more than ready to protest his obnoxiousness. He worked long hours, why would he try and stop her from doing the same? She was about to argue, but the look in his eyes told her that he wasn’t going to allow it. “Come on,” he said and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the old kitchen. There were slightly more modern conveniences in this room, but some of the appliances would need to be updated and a plumber was already working to replace some of the older pipes. An electrician had already finished the work of installing additional and updated electrical outlets so that the modern appliances could be brought in. Thankfully, it was an extremely large space and it wouldn’t need to be expanded.
When she saw all the food on the counters and simmering on the stove, she was startled. “Where did all of this come from?” She’d been prepared to have just a bowl of cereal for dinner. And breakfast, actually. She loved creating exciting places in which to eat. Creating exciting things to eat in those rooms wasn’t as fun. She’d never really gotten into the whole cooking thing.
There was an opened bottle of wine with delicate, crystal glasses and a veritable feast of tangy pasta, pungent garlic bread and a delicious looking
Wasn’t she?
Scarlett moved into one of the cozy guest salons off of the main hallway, closing the arched door and gritting her teeth as she tried hard to overcome the lust that was surging through her after that little attempt. She’d done everything she could think of to entice him but he’d only sat behind that stupid table, pretending she wasn’t even there! Why hadn’t he done something? Was she wrong about his feelings for her? Was she making a fool of herself?
She had no idea but she slumped down into one of the old chairs, coughing and waving her hand in front of her face when a cloud of dust wafted up. She didn’t move though, accepting this as her punishment for being so obvious about her attempts to seduce the man who didn’t want to be seduced. Some people suspected him of being inhuman. As she thought about all the things she’d done in that room moments ago, she wondered if the rumors were true.
But then memories of that one night with him, and then the way he’d kissed her after the gala…
No, the man wasn’t a robot. He was flesh and blood and he was here because he cared. A man couldn’t kiss her like that, he couldn’t make love to her as he had without some sort of feelings for her.
Maybe she was doing something wrong. She wasn’t wearing anything clingy. Nor did she have the sexy underwear on or the plunging neckline with the piece of jewelry to draw his eye. But she had boobs! Why wasn’t he just looking at her boobs? Other men did! She’d caught them! She’d been offended but ignored them. What did she have to do to get Grayson to look at them?!
With a sigh, she stood up and dusted off her clothes and her sketchpad, trying to clear the air so that she could focus on this room and her work. Enough silliness. She’d have to come up with a new game plan because this one obviously wasn’t working very well.
For the rest of the afternoon, she worked by herself, not brave enough to go back and try to entice a man who didn’t seem to want to be enticed.
She worked hard, figuring out creative, interesting ways to use the various spaces in the old castle, thinking of Sierra’s favorite colors, she sketched several ideas, trying to come up with options. Sierra and Harrison could then decide what they wanted the final rooms to look like and she’d hire the contractors to get the work accomplished.
Moving from room to room, she continued to work, unaware of the afternoon sunlight fading away until Grayson walked in and took her sketchpad away. “Time for dinner,” he announced with a firm voice.
Scarlett’s mouth dropped open, more than ready to protest his obnoxiousness. He worked long hours, why would he try and stop her from doing the same? She was about to argue, but the look in his eyes told her that he wasn’t going to allow it. “Come on,” he said and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the old kitchen. There were slightly more modern conveniences in this room, but some of the appliances would need to be updated and a plumber was already working to replace some of the older pipes. An electrician had already finished the work of installing additional and updated electrical outlets so that the modern appliances could be brought in. Thankfully, it was an extremely large space and it wouldn’t need to be expanded.
When she saw all the food on the counters and simmering on the stove, she was startled. “Where did all of this come from?” She’d been prepared to have just a bowl of cereal for dinner. And breakfast, actually. She loved creating exciting places in which to eat. Creating exciting things to eat in those rooms wasn’t as fun. She’d never really gotten into the whole cooking thing.
There was an opened bottle of wine with delicate, crystal glasses and a veritable feast of tangy pasta, pungent garlic bread and a delicious looking
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