Page 54 of Storm over the Caribbean
He froze.
I froze.
A moment passed in silence. Then…
“Mwahahahahaha!”
“Do. Not. Laugh. Mrs. Ambrose.”
“Who is laughing, Mr Ambrose Sir? I’m only…pfft! Mwhahaha…only having a coughing fit! Mwhahaha!”
“A coughing fit, is it?” A muscle in his cheek twitched almost imperceptibly.
“Oh yes. Mmmwahahah!”
“Come here.” Grabbing my neck, he pulled me towards him, his eyes sparkling arctically. “Let me cure you of your ‘cough’.”
Once again he attempted to kiss me, to brand me with his searing lips and claim my body as his own…
…only to once more bump into a certain bump.
There was a moment of silence.
A very pregnant moment of silence.
“Mwhahahaha!”
“Silence!”
“Hahah! Mwhahaha!”
Growling in frustration, he leapt off me, smashing a fist into the sand. Oh my. Was it just my impression, or did he seem just a little bit tense? One part of him, especially, didn’t seem to want to relax at all.
“You know…” I whispered from where I lay on the ground, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I did already suggest a way we could do this. All you have to do is lie back and relax.”
“Not happening, Mrs Ambrose.”
“It’ll be fast and efficient, I promise.” All right, not exactly the most conventional seductive words, but this was Mr Rikkard Bloody Ambrose I was dealing with! I had to get creative.
He sent me a cold glare that told me he knew exactly what I was doing. Leaning forward until his lips were only inches away from mine, he enunciated each word carefully.
“Not. Happening.”
I held his gaze for a long moment—then sighed, and lowered my eyes. “Oh well, I suppose then I can only give up.”
Mr Rikkard Ambrose blinked. “Give up?”
“Yes.”
“You?”
My shoulders sagged. “Yes. Apparently, my husband doesn’t want me. I…I just have to come to terms with it.” I sniffed.
“Mrs Ambrose?”
“Y-yes, Sir?”
“What are youreallyplanning?”
