Page 10 of Enthrall
Richard’s kiss lowering, settling between my thighs, his tongue tracing between that delicate cleft, circling there, flicking—
A ping of the lift.
I went for the mouse and shrank the browser, feigning being busy.
Richard strolled out. “How’s your morning going?”
Averting my eyes from his, I said, “Good, thank you.”
“Any calls?”
“No calls. Monsieur Trourville’s just arrived. Lotte’s with him.” I glanced back at the gate.
“Everything okay, Mia?”
“Yes,” I said, suppressing a blush.
The way he said my name caused a shiver and I found it hard to look at him. Not after the trip my imagination had just taken with him in that room of pain. His narrowed gaze locked on mine.
“How is your day going?” I said.
“Just got here.” His stare was on my unwrapped gift. “Did Monsieur Trouville give you that?”
“Yes. Haven’t opened it yet,” I stated the obvious. “Lotte wants me to wait for her.” I swallowed hard. “Mistress Lotte.”
“Ah.”
“Coffee’s brewing.”
“Perfect. Go put one on my desk, please.”
A shiver ran up my spine and I froze, feeling guilty over my cyber-probing.
Richard leaned over to peer at my computer screen. “You need a new background.”
“Huh?”
“For your desktop.” He came round my side and gestured for me to get up.
He sat in my chair and grabbed the mouse, shaking it to awaken the screen. Mentally, I backtracked over whether I’d closed the browser from the last website. Richard’s hand was poised on the mouse and his stare was still on mine.
“I’ll get your coffee.” I headed off.
The fear of him catching my internet search with one click made my cheeks burn. Leaning against the kitchen counter, I buried my face in my hands. I could only imagine how useless I’d be if he really touched me down there. Trying to re-focus on something else, I worked on making Richard’s coffee, adding sugar and milk to his beverage and making my way to his office as I tried to calm my still thundering heart.
I placed a mug of hot coffee on his desk. Everything on it had been perfectly organized. Even the pencils were aligned and set apart with precision, as was the collection of luxury pens. His iMac computer looked expensive with its sleek design and the elegant arched mouse resting before it.
Richard startled me when he came in.
“I heard you like the carp pond?” he said, throwing his satchel on the leather sofa. From his unfazed expression, it seemed he’d not caught my web browsing. Or the effect he had on me.
“It’s relaxing.” I shrugged. “You should go down there during your break too.”
“I do. I use the fire escape.”
I wondered what kind of exit they had in the dungeon, though didn’t feel ready to discuss that with him yet in case the conversation veered off to what he did down there.
“Do you need something?” he said.
