Page 38 of Blind Attraction

Mr. Bowen reached for her hand and encased it in both of his. “We would love to, Alana. It would make us extremely happy.”

Mitch stood back and watched, entirely confused as to why an elderly man would be eager to meet up with Alana again. How did they know each other when she’d never been in Richmond before? The whole situation was doing his head in.

“It would make me happy, too.”

Her gaze lowered when the old man’s shaking hand cupped her cheek. “I’m glad to have met you.” And with that, he began to walk away, past Tony who stood a few paces behind on alert, toward the coffee shop door which Blake held open.

Mitch stepped into her, this time raising her chin with a delicate finger so he could gaze into her eyes. “You scared me.” He placed a fleeting kiss on her lips, denying his body the full devouring it craved. “Are you all right?”

She nodded and he kissed her again. This time when he went to pull back, she snaked her hand around his neck and held him close, deepening the kiss. Her tongue sought his, her lips moving in a heated rhythm that would soon leave him unable to walk away without readjusting his cock.

“Oh, come on!” Blake shouted. “Enough, already. This shit’s going to be all over Facebook.”

Mitch wanted to growl. Unfortunately, Blake was right. There were too many eyes on them. “We better go.”

“OK.”

Something wasn’t right in Alana’s world. Her smiles weren’t as bright, her expression less cheerful. He grabbed her arm and placed it at the crook of his elbow. “Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it.”

She let out a breath of soft laughter, but her happiness quickly faded. “Just take me back to the hotel. I’m tired.”

He supposed she would be tired. Her body wouldn’t be used to the late nights like his. “No problem.” Once they were back in the suite he would give her time to rest. She would need it because he had no plans to let her go home with Kate tonight.

Alana stretched her arms above her head and snuggled into her pillow. Noise registered on the far edges of her brain and took a few moments to sink in. When the sound of boisterous male voices became clear, she sat up straight and opened her eyes to darkness.

She blinked, blinked again, then woke up enough to remember where she was and why her eyes felt like gravel. Letting the confusion subside, she began to listen to the chatter, and a smile tilted her lips. She heard Mitchell’s laughter, followed by muffled words from Blake, and who she guessed was Mason.

This scenario was in complete contrast to what her mother had described to her throughout her life. Men were supposed to be deceitful, sleazy, hurtful, degrading—the list continued.

Mitchell was none of those. Yes, he was sexual and sensual, but she liked those parts of him. He’d shown her that intimacy could be fulfilling for a woman. He’d also taken the time to give her pleasure when he wasn’t receiving any in return. And although she would never know for certain, she didn’t think he had a dishonest bone in his body. The care he’d shown melted her heart. He went above and beyond to ensure her comfort.

Shifting her legs to the side of the bed, she stood on the soft carpet. Light no longer seeped around the edges of the curtains. Night had fallen. She must have slept longer than the solitary hour she had planned on. Mitchell had convinced her to rest, had even lain down beside her. But now he was gone.

She hadn’t wanted to waste the last hours they had together. Yet once her head hit the pillow with his warm arm rested on her waist, her back snuggled into his chest, she felt herself drift into sleep.

Alana worked her way to the bathroom, shuffling her feet in case her shins came in contact with something hard. After using the facilities, she took cautious steps to the bedroom door, led by the soft glow of light seeping under the frame.

The rambunctious conversation died when she stepped into the dining room, and a chair scraped against the tile. She smiled at the familiar shadowed figure striding toward her.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Mitchell’s arm ran around her waist, and he placed a kiss in her hair. “Sleep well?”

“Mmm.” She nodded and snuggled into the warmth of his neck. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed the rest.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to spend more time with you before Kate came to pick me up.”

He pulled her into a hug, and she heard his deep inhale as he nuzzled into her hair. “I’ve already spoken to Kate. She’s happy to do another sleep over, if you are.”

She pushed back in his arms and squinted to focus on his face. His features were clearer than the fuzz of last night, even sharper than her vision this morning, but his eyes were still a cloudy dark patch amongst his lightly tanned skin. “You’ve spoken to Kate?”

“Yeah, she’s out on the balcony, drinking wine with Leah and Ryan’s wife.”

“I should go see her. I need to talk to her.”

“Later.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and tightened his grip on her waist. The heat from his crotch sunk through the cotton short’s he’d purchased for her, the sensation igniting a fire in her womb.

She reached on tiptoes, kissed him back with fervor and melted into his arms. Just as her nipples began to burn and her stomach tensed with anticipation, he broke the kiss.

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