Claimed by K.R. Smith

Author:K.R. Smith [K.R. Smith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Adult, Contemporary Women, Paranormal
Publisher: Feedbooks
Published: 2011-05-20T04:00:00+00:00

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That evening, I showered before we went to bed. When I curled up between the sheets, at first it felt unusual that someone spooned me, from behind. With the extra persons’ body heat, I ended up kicking off the quilt lest overheat. However it didn’t take me long to slip into sleep, with the feel of Flint’s strong heart beat, reverberating through his skin and into mine.

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

It can’t be 6 AM, already? Sleepily, my head rose to look on the source of the noise, when a muscled arm reached over to turn it off. Then I rolled over, to come face to face with the second person, in the bed. His long, black hair looked good against my yellow rose, patterned sheets.

“Good morning,” he gave a sleepy smile.

“Morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“How could I not?” I teased. “Maybe you ‘willed’ me to sleep?”

Flint chuckled, as he tried to snuggle down with me, however I squirmed out of his hold.

“I have to get ready for work.” I informed him.

“That’s a shame,” he said unhappily, “I could lie in bed with you, all day.”

Strangely, I felt the same way when usually, I was a person who didn’t like to be idle. I was one of those ‘get up and go’, kind of people. I used to be one of those ‘yuppies’, who prided herself with a well-paid job and a future paved in success. I was meant for fast-paced city living, instead of slow country lifestyle.

To my surprise, when I climbed out of bed to get ready for work; Flint acted in similar fashion. Whereas I put on a red business suit with stockings and high heels, he pulled on his pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. When I went into the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up, he went into the kitchen to switch on the kettle.

“Would you like some scrambled eggs on toast?” He called out.

I paused in doing my mascara to call back, “I don’t have time to eat.”

At 6.45 AM, I departed the apartment on the dot, however a second person followed me out the door. Instead of catching the bus, Flint insisted on driving me. He obediently followed my directions, to drop me off in front of the building where my office was.

“I’ll pick you up, after work.” He offered.

“No, don’t do that.” My face flushed at his attention. “I’ll just get the bus.”

I climbed out of his truck, when he passed me my briefcase which had been sitting on the seat, between us.

“I’ll pick you up, after work.” He repeated, before he drove off to disappear into the traffic.

Before I walked through the automatic, sliding doors; my head rose to look up at the glass façade of the high rise, like I was never going to see it again.

“Here goes nothing,” I muttered to myself, as I carried my briefcase into the building.

The elevator let me out on the ninth floor then I passed through another set of sliding doors and into the office of ‘Wildenstein Dreams’.

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