The Enchanted Castle by Anita Verkerk

Author:Anita Verkerk [Verkerk, Anita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Roman
Publisher: Cupido
Published: 2013-06-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

It took Michael fifteen minutes to return.

“Get your things,” he ordered harshly. “We’re leaving.”

Oh my. He must have discovered the painting was a fake.

Forcing herself to talk in an innocent manner, she asked, “You didn’t like the Van Gogh?”

“The Van Gogh is great, but I want to go. There’s no electricity in this rotten place. No telephone, nothing.” He looked haunted. Haunted and extremely nervous.

“What is the matter with you, Michael? Try to relax.”

“I want to go,” he repeated.

“There’s a little problem, Mister Gordon,” Wicca’s voice toned from the threshold. “Unless of course, you’re fond of long walks.”

Michael rubbed his cheek. “What do you mean?” He didn’t even try to sound polite.

Wicca pretended that she didn’t notice his rude behavior. Sensually moving her hips, she walked toward him and moistened her lips. “We’re living here rather secluded, as you may have noticed, Mister Gordon.” It was as if she tasted ‘Mister Gordon’ on her tongue, and he seemed to be very enjoyable.

Michael attempted to step backwards, but the chamber wall didn’t let him. “That’s why I’m leaving,” he said, his voice harsh.

Wicca heaved a long, almost mourning sigh, pouting her lips, touching Michael’s ear with her warm breath. “The thing is, Mister Gordon, that our chauffeur went home. We don’t have a phone, so I’ll send a messenger to call him back.”

Michael bumped his head in a second attempt to get away from Wicca. “A messenger?” he stuttered, fingering his neck.

“Yes, it will take him at least two hours.”

“Two hours!” Michael shouted in obvious despair.

Wicca straightened her shoulders and her left breast touched Michael’s arm. He pressed himself against the wall, giving Wicca room to step even closer.

Samantha looked at them, a vague feeling of surprise filling her chest. Wicca was doing this for her, she knew that. But Michael didn’t do anything in return. He looked… bewitched.

“It may take him even longer, Mister Gordon,” Wicca crooned. “It’s a long ride and an old horse.”

“A horse?”

Wicca’s tongue caressed her upper lip. “Yes, what’s wrong with a horse?”

“Everything,” Michael cried out. “Everything is wrong.”

“You can have dinner while waiting for the car,” Wicca proposed, her voice filled with sensual promises. “My grandmother is happy to have you as her guest.”

Michael raised his arm, as if he wanted to slam Wicca aside, and run for the door. “To hell with dinner,” he thundered. “Get out of my way, you bitch.”

“This has gone far enough, Michael,” Samantha warned him. She looked at Wicca. “I’ll be happy to have dinner with you and your grandmother.” She turned her gaze at Michael. “And if you want to spend the night on the flight of steps, I won’t stop you.”

“That’s just what I’m going to do,” he barked in return.

“Good for you. As soon as we’re back in New York I’ll contact my lawyer.”

Wicca stepped aside and Michael rushed to Samantha, grabbing her shoulder in an iron grip. “What do you mean, you’ll contact your lawyer?” he snarled.

Samantha saw the anger in his eyes, anger mixed with surprise.

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