Page 28 of Blind Attraction

“Your hair is smooth like silk.”

Alana closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Mitchell sat behind her on the bed, his fingers stroking through her hair, untangling what she knew would be an unruly mess.

“Should I use the brush?” His breath whispered over her neck and she shivered.

She’d been breathless and wordless and mindless all morning. She could only nod.

The brush smoothed her hair in soft, caressing strokes. Occasionally, Mitchell would hit a snag, suck in a breath, then treat her like she had tiny strands of glass growing from her scalp.

“Don’t worry about being gentle. You’ll be sitting there for hours trying to get the knots out if you do.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled her hair to the side and placed a scorching kiss at the base of her neck.

“You won’t,” she whispered.

He’d doted on her since they made love. First, he’d charmed one of the maids into cleaning up the mess in the bedroom, tipping her with an amount that made the lady gush. He then ordered a second breakfast and fed Alana by hand, teasing and seducing her all over again with bites of food in between soft kisses. With her limited sight she hadn’t known what would come next, the pancakes which melted in her mouth or the hot lips of a man she was starting to fall for.

“You guys ready to go?”

Alana glanced toward Blake’s voice and smiled.

“Ahh, I think so,” Mitchell answered. “Does her hair look good?”

Blake sniggered. “She looks hot.”

“Not the answer I was looking for,” Mitchell muttered.

She raised her hand for the brush. “I’m sure it’s fine. I’m not going to be center of attention anyway.”

She still didn’t know how Mitchell had talked her into going along to the interview. Actually, that was a lie. He’d seduced the agreement from her. When their second breakfast arrived, so had a pile of clothes, underwear, her necessary eye drops, and hygiene products. All for her. All from him. Tears had stung her eyes at his thoughtfulness. But it was the way he paid delicate attention to her in the shower that convinced her to go along with him to the radio station.

No matter how much she protested the ability to wash herself, he didn’t listen. He’d led her into the warmth of the water and caressed her skin with soap, his large palms traveling over every inch of her body. On more than one occasion her thigh rubbed against the hardness of his erection, yet he never acknowledged his arousal. He devoted himself to taking care of her and her heart attached a little more to him with each stroke against her flesh.

“Let’s get going then.” Mitchell grasped her hand and led her from the suite.

A flurry of excitement met them in the lobby. People greeted Mitchell and Blake, fans screamed in the distance—too far away to be inside the hotel—and security guards mumbled instructions on where to walk.

The noise hammered at her, making her chest throb, her palms sweat. “Mitchell, I can’t do this.”

He squeezed her hand. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. We’re almost there.”

They walked fast and she struggled to keep up. Dark shadows blurred her vision, making her cling onto his waist for support. Any moment she expected to trip on someone or something and slide gracelessly along the lobby floor on her face.

“The coast is clear, sugar. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Blake patted her on the shoulder, his support giving her a needed dose of comfort.

The room became brighter with each step, the shadows standing out against the glow. Footsteps surrounded them, sliding doors opened and closed, the hum of an engine, and still the guards instructed them,let me lead the way. The car is just outside. You take the passenger seat, Mitch and the woman in the back.

Her blood thickened with each beat, cutting off her oxygen, making it hard to breathe.

“Lower your head, Allie, and climb in.”

She did as instructed, following Mitchell into the vehicle and sliding along the backseat to sit beside him.

Nobody spoke during the ride. The soft murmur of the radio and the occasionalclick, click, clickof the indicator was the only noise to break the silence. She leaned into him, catching her breath and tried not to rub her leg against Tony, the bodyguard, who sat on the other side of her.

“Not long and we’ll be there,” Mitchell whispered, nuzzling behind her ear.

She smiled and squeezed his hand.

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