Page 21 of Maid Fohr Love
My obsession with the gym had grown tremendously during the week inside. It was my only escape for the most part. Those pretty rounds of Kit’s was the only other adventure I was privy to at the moment, unless she decided to explore the option I’d given her six nights ago.
“Shit,” I murmured into the thick fabric.
In rapid motions, I patted. A list of things I needed to get done consumed my thoughts. I mentally prepared for the tasks ahead. The full stomach and aching limbs would make them a bitmore challenging, but not unattainable. I kept that in mind as I lowered the towel from my face and sighed with regret.
Should’ve gotten it done this morning wh–
Mid-thought, my mind drew a blank. A cold burst of air swept into my mouth as the only other living being in the shared dwelling sauntered past me like a breeze on a hot summer day. The heat radiating from her body set mine ablaze.
The exhaustion I’d succumbed to immediately after my last pull up dissolved suddenly. My adrenaline spiked. And, so did my urge to peel back more layers of the rather complicated, yet intimidatingly simple person who had my nostrils open wider than a Mack truck.
Draped in a rust-colored two-piece that complemented her orange undertones, Kit waltzed past me as if she didn’t understand the magnitude of her presence and how effective it was on me. Without a care in the world, she disarmed me.Uprooted me. Displaced every feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life and made me wonder if there’d ever been one greater than encountering her.
Nah. I admitted as my lips parted to speak.
Letting her walk away unscathed was not on that list of things to do that I was toying with moments prior. Though she was walking at a somewhat normal rate, it felt like she was moving at a snail’s pace and as swift as a bunny simultaneously. I was unsure of when or how soon I’d lose sight of her.
“Kit–” I called behind her, stopping her in her tracks.
She didn’t move another inch. My voice commanded her attention. Proudly, I stiffened my chest. There wasn’t a ball I’d knocked out of the park or a deal I’d signed that made me feel more accomplished. More successful. More purposeful. Though hard to explain, I didn’t care to explain what was happening inside of me since meeting Kit.
I awaited those orbs I was growing to love seeing as much as I did the rising of the sun each day. She was in no hurry. She never was. On her time and only when she was ready did she turn around. Her shoulders, which had rounded upon hearing her name roll off my tongue, squared as she stood tall.
“Yes, Mr. McClarren.”
Slightly offended by her distinction of our personal and professional relationship, I sniggered.
The things I want to do to you, Ms. Delucca, are far from professional. Everything about that shit is personal.
I allowed my invasive thoughts to linger a few seconds before ignoring Kit’s angle altogether. Instead, I redirected the conversation to the place it was meant to be from the start.
“Your beauty is staggering,” I claimed, “You look–stunningthis evening.”
The words settled in as she stared back at me. There was magic in those eyes. A glimpse of pain, but not very much. Everything about Kit told me she was loved well, raised well, taught well, fed well, and courted well at some point or another.
Her sureness told me so. Her confidence told me so. Everything down to her moisturized skin told me so. Kit was to be held to a higher regard than most women. I didn’t make the rule. She did. Her presence did. I was simply meant to abide by it.
“Thank you.”
Her back was visible far too soon. Although I had nothing more to say, I wasn’t quite ready to watch her walk away.
“And, Kit,” I belted, unable to control my impulses.
She stopped again, turning slowly. “Yes?”
“Let that be the last time you call me by my father’s name. It’s Fohr, sweet baby.”
This time, I took off in the opposite direction. I couldn’t bear the thought of watching her leave, again, so I did so myself.
My teeth crashed into each other as I ground them against one another in an attempt to control my limbs. Kit’s magnetism was far too powerful. I had no desire to fight it, but for her sake, it was best.
Every stepI made was announced by the polyester used to construct my shorts I’d selected. I descended the staircase with the clear glass in my hand. It was my second time down them in the last few minutes and I was hoping it was my last for a while. The two-story closet seemed like a perfect idea until you couldn’t recall where your things were stored because you didn’t visit your home enough to remember.
The fight I began the second I left Kit in the hallway with her pretty brown skin on full display was useless. So was the list of tasks that served as a temporary distraction. Getting her out of my head proved to be the more difficult task.
I exited my bedroom, conquered the required square footage to reach the sliding doors that extended from one end of the house to the other, and stepped out into the massive backyard of my home. Even with all the land surrounding me, shrinking me in size, there was an incredibly large presence just feet away from me.
The heated jacuzzi hardened her nipples through the top of her swimsuit. A wine glass rested at the tip of her fingers. Her eyes were trained on me.Centrally.
