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I almost groan in frustration when my pussy flutters as his smell and hot breath fan across my neck. He’s so close, I can almost feel his lips touching me as he speaks.
“No, you won’t, cause then you’ll have to explain what the bloody hell I’m doing in your bed.”
He pulls back, his blue eyes zeroed in on me and filled with a naughty heat I’m so not used to seeing from him. Where did this teasing deviant come from all of a sudden? He pushes off from the counter to head to the door, leaving me with my jaw threatening to fall to my tits.
“Also, your new costume arrived. I’ve put it in your room. I’ll see you this evening.”
With that, he’s gone.
I glance at the shoes sitting on the counter with a glare, then it sheepishly falls.
A tingle surges in my chest and spreads happiness at the thought that he acquired them for me, and they look like they’re my exact size too.Silly girl, I berate myself. He still hasn’t said why he was in my bathroom snooping through my shit the other day, nor in my bed this very morning.
I bite my lip and laugh at how the vibrator fell to the floor and bounced.
This is by far the strangest friendship I’ve ever had in my life, but I have never felt so alive.
Chapter 18
Connor O’Doyle
Full moon? More like full swoon.
I pacethe hallway outside her room, threatening to burn a hole in the gray-colored carpet. Pulling my sleeve back, I check my watch, then glance out the window at the night sky.
Usually, Whitley would be here by now, meaning something is holding her up with the new choreography lessons. I hope she isn’t being a little brat to the instructor I have hired to teach everyone, and the urge to double check eats at me, especially as I wish to see her. Instead, here I am, waiting on her to get here like a dog after his master, but I can’t deny how she leaves me panting wherever she goes.
I spent the last hour cataloging items under the castle, just to put another barrier between us before I do something idiotic, like stare at her as she dances.
My obsession is getting worse than even I, or Jekyll, could have anticipated—not that the fucker has been answering his phone to help. I’ve been calling for three days now and have heard nothing from the man. There is also the fact that I still haven’t seen her put on any perfume, and yet the scent remains.Not that it seems to matter now, with my need to be with her in any capacity overriding all reason.
I held her through the night for fuck’s sake, slept like a rock, and woke up hard.
I refuse to try to stay away from her any longer, and it’s quickly becoming obvious this “friendship” may well break me. I’m not sure, but I’m starting to wonder if she’s my mate. It fits with the enormous need I have to simply hold her, and it’s one impulse I can’t seem to resist.
I doubt I’ll be sleeping in my own bed any time soon, especially if I can convince Whitley to let me stay in hers.
Damned if I do, and damned if I don’t, but I think I’d rather choose sleep and cuddles. No fucks to give, not when it could potentially be about the person I’ve been waiting centuries for.
Although, I won’t lie and say that I don’t find myself wishing for more, whether I have to hide myself or not. The more I get to know her, and see how kind and good natured she is, the more I want her.
I just hope I’m right, and that whatever spell she has put me under doesn’t come to bite me in the ass, because I’m well and truly done with trying to keep away from her.
Not after having her in my arms all night, and how I had to fight myself to stay away all day.
A wide grin splits my lips when I finally hear her footfalls on the staircase that leads from the bottom floor. She curses under her breath when she sees me.
“What are you doing outside my door?” she asks from down the hall.
After my well-placed suggestion to Frederick, the stylist, Whitley is now sporting wide panier skirts with a much smaller bustle, making it easy for her to move around the castle without getting hurt.
“I told you I would come to see you tonight.”
Leaning against her doorframe, I flinch when my cock throbs against the zipper of my jeans at the look of her. Her outfit isn’t as constricting as the last costume, but it does little to hide the swell of her feminine curves.
The cream-colored dress is covered in pretty flowers and accentuates her waist and ample hips beautifully. Long and flowy, the breast cups make her drool-worthy tits look even bigger than they normally are. An apron wide enough to span the gown was a bit harder to manage for the seamstresses, but a tablecloth maker was able to work something up in time for rehearsals.
She is right, though. The extravagant costumes do make castle operations a bit tighter, but the results... Whitley Whitt in a dress is a sight to see.
