His Trust by Christa Wick & C M Wick

Author:Christa Wick & C M Wick [Wick, Christa & Wick, C M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

9

Mia

Stark didn't return to the suite until midnight. Lunch and dinner were delivered and, around nine, a bottle of champagne and a bucket of ice. I crawled into bed, alone, after having used the phone earlier to secure the speedy delivery of my original luggage. If Stark fired me once he got back to the suite, I didn't want to camp out naked at the airport.

I somehow managed to fall into a light sleep before he entered carrying two flutes filled with champagne. Placing the glasses on the nightstand, he touched the base of the lamp once to give the room a soft glow. I gazed up at him, knowing my face gave my guilt away, but unable to stretch my expression into something more neutral.

His shadow falling across me, he reached with one arm to lazily draw the covers down to my hips. For the first time in six months, I saw shock skitter across Collin Stark's face before he strangled it.

"This is not what I provided you with."

"No." I reached for the covers. "It's what I provided me with."

He chuckled, surprising me with an indulgent shake of his head. "Flannel, Mia, in the damnable desert. I should discipline you just for packing that granny gown. What you packed was to be for my pleasure."

I bit back any response.

A pinch of his fingers and flick of his wrist had the rest of the top bedding spooling on the ground. "I'm definitely going to discipline you for Glenn."

I swallowed the reply that first jumped to mind. If he really knew about Glenn, he would be firing me. Instead of immediately giving myself away, I asked an open question.

"Why?"

Capturing the bottom hem of my nightgown, he playfully eased it up my shins. "Your posture while talking to him."

Clearly Stark wasn't as good at reading body language as he thought. With a blurt, I made my first major misstep of the night. "My posture was mortified. I had no idea he would be here. I haven't seen him in over six months. I hate him!"

"Hate is a strong word for a mere classmate, Mia." One hand still gripping the edge of my nightgown, he stretched an arm toward the lamp, tapping twice more to bring it to full brightness. He looked over every inch of the granny gown, with its long sleeves that ended in frills, to the pearl-like buttons that ran in a line from the middle of my breasts up to my chin.

Unnerved by the way his smile softened, I tried to scoot all the way to the opposite side of the bed as I glared at him. He let me retreat, but only so he could slide onto the mattress next to me.

He tugged the bottom of the gown all the way up to my hips. He pushed at my far thigh, then ran the back of his knuckles against the gusset of my panties. "I was wondering how long it would take to get you wet, angry as you are.

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