respect she was a lot like the senator. And that meant her stubbornness
was going to mean more trouble for him.
“I’d like to eat breakfast now,” she
remarked, letting him know their conversation was over.
Well, he controlled the situation,
though he seemed to have forgotten that for a moment. Sophie’s delicate shiver
reminded him she was at his mercy. When he’d held her close during the night
he’d roused several times to find her nestled against him, almost seeking
contact, and he’d adjusted his position so she could get closer still. A
mistake he’d paid for countless times over.
His cock was reacting to her
closeness, reminding Brent he’d missed an opportunity to appease some of the
lust riding him, that morning. His intentions had been to fuck her after she
came. So why didn’t I? Hell, he knew
why. Because he hadn’t intended for things to go that far. Only Sophie had been so wildly responsive, and he’d sensed a strong need in
her.
He must be a fool because he was
going to ignore another opportunity. Instincts told him he could have her hot
and horny in no time, like he was now. He hesitated for a moment before getting
to his feet. He easily pulled her up with him, refusing to be taken in by the
seductive scent threatening to suck him under.
“I wonder, are you an honest woman?”
Sophie made a halfhearted attempt to
break away but his question obviously caught her off-guard. She halted, meeting
his gaze. “What kind of question is that?” she demanded to know, her brows
coming together with confusion.
“A simple
question.” He slowly uncurled his fingers from
around her wrist, studying her expression closely. He had good instincts; in
his line of work, it was a commodity. “I want to know if I can trust you.” Probably about as far as I
can throw her.
“Yes,” was all she said, a nervous
look filling her bright eyes.
Brent had to give her credit for
being able to look him in the eye and lie to him, because he didn’t trust her. With
the exception of his mother and sister, he didn’t trust any woman. Still, he
had to find out how far she’d go to convince him of that. “Can I trust you not
to try and escape, if I let you out of this room for a little while?”
Sophie’s eyes grew round with
disbelief. “How can you even ask me such a thing? Do you really expect me to be
honest with you?”
Brent watched her expression
carefully, instincts warning him she was struggling with what to say. The way
he figured it, she could tell him what she thought he wanted to hear. Or, she
could be honest now and gain his trust. That would definitely work to her
advantage later. Did she have the patience for that?
“I can’t do that.”
Her response surprised him.
“Why?"
“Because I know that every time the
chance presents itself I’ll try and escape.”
Grudging respect filled Brent. Why
hadn’t she taken the easy way out? He wouldn’t have blamed her. He expelled a
deep sigh before turning to leave. “I’ll be back later. Eat your breakfast.” He
tossed the clipped words over his shoulder.
“What about clothes? Surely you
don’t expect to keep me in nothing but your shirt.”
Brent opened the door, pausing in
the threshold to glance back at Sophie. Her expression wasn’t hard to read. If
looks could kill, he’d be dead right now. A slow smile formed on his lips. Her
chin raised a notch for every second his eyes raked over her scantily clad
attire. He liked his shirt on her.
“Make yourself at home.” He
indicated the direction of the closet with a sweep of his arm. “What’s mine is yours.
Feel free to search for something more suitable to wear.”
Instead of acknowledging his
comment, she sat down at the small table, placed the paper napkin over her lap,
and then waited. She didn’t make eye contact with Brent again, but he had a
hunch she wouldn’t touch her breakfast until he was on the other side of the
door and she heard the sound of the lock being
was going to mean more trouble for him.
“I’d like to eat breakfast now,” she
remarked, letting him know their conversation was over.
Well, he controlled the situation,
though he seemed to have forgotten that for a moment. Sophie’s delicate shiver
reminded him she was at his mercy. When he’d held her close during the night
he’d roused several times to find her nestled against him, almost seeking
contact, and he’d adjusted his position so she could get closer still. A
mistake he’d paid for countless times over.
His cock was reacting to her
closeness, reminding Brent he’d missed an opportunity to appease some of the
lust riding him, that morning. His intentions had been to fuck her after she
came. So why didn’t I? Hell, he knew
why. Because he hadn’t intended for things to go that far. Only Sophie had been so wildly responsive, and he’d sensed a strong need in
her.
He must be a fool because he was
going to ignore another opportunity. Instincts told him he could have her hot
and horny in no time, like he was now. He hesitated for a moment before getting
to his feet. He easily pulled her up with him, refusing to be taken in by the
seductive scent threatening to suck him under.
“I wonder, are you an honest woman?”
Sophie made a halfhearted attempt to
break away but his question obviously caught her off-guard. She halted, meeting
his gaze. “What kind of question is that?” she demanded to know, her brows
coming together with confusion.
“A simple
question.” He slowly uncurled his fingers from
around her wrist, studying her expression closely. He had good instincts; in
his line of work, it was a commodity. “I want to know if I can trust you.” Probably about as far as I
can throw her.
“Yes,” was all she said, a nervous
look filling her bright eyes.
Brent had to give her credit for
being able to look him in the eye and lie to him, because he didn’t trust her. With
the exception of his mother and sister, he didn’t trust any woman. Still, he
had to find out how far she’d go to convince him of that. “Can I trust you not
to try and escape, if I let you out of this room for a little while?”
Sophie’s eyes grew round with
disbelief. “How can you even ask me such a thing? Do you really expect me to be
honest with you?”
Brent watched her expression
carefully, instincts warning him she was struggling with what to say. The way
he figured it, she could tell him what she thought he wanted to hear. Or, she
could be honest now and gain his trust. That would definitely work to her
advantage later. Did she have the patience for that?
“I can’t do that.”
Her response surprised him.
“Why?"
“Because I know that every time the
chance presents itself I’ll try and escape.”
Grudging respect filled Brent. Why
hadn’t she taken the easy way out? He wouldn’t have blamed her. He expelled a
deep sigh before turning to leave. “I’ll be back later. Eat your breakfast.” He
tossed the clipped words over his shoulder.
“What about clothes? Surely you
don’t expect to keep me in nothing but your shirt.”
Brent opened the door, pausing in
the threshold to glance back at Sophie. Her expression wasn’t hard to read. If
looks could kill, he’d be dead right now. A slow smile formed on his lips. Her
chin raised a notch for every second his eyes raked over her scantily clad
attire. He liked his shirt on her.
“Make yourself at home.” He
indicated the direction of the closet with a sweep of his arm. “What’s mine is yours.
Feel free to search for something more suitable to wear.”
Instead of acknowledging his
comment, she sat down at the small table, placed the paper napkin over her lap,
and then waited. She didn’t make eye contact with Brent again, but he had a
hunch she wouldn’t touch her breakfast until he was on the other side of the
door and she heard the sound of the lock being
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