Am I a prisoner again?
When I don’t hear the clicking of a lock, I frown and walk closer. Turning the knob, I’m surprised when the door opens.
Lucian’s eyes dart to me from where he’s talking to the guard right outside the door. He must see something on my face because he says, “You’re not a prisoner, Elena. You can move freely around the house.”
I nod, then shut the door, feeling a little better.
Turning back to the suite, I take in my temporary home. It’s not bad at all… as long as I don’t get killed while I’m here.
Walking to my luggage, I find my toiletries and clean clothes, opting for white leggings and an oversized shirt. I walk to the ensuite bathroom, and then I smile.
There’s a dark gray matte oval tub standing next to a black stone brick wall, big enough to fit two people.
I open the faucets and begin to undress, in desperate need to just relax. When I sink down into the balmy water, I let out a sigh and leaning back, I close my eyes.
God, I needed this.
My thoughts begin to turn around the day’s events. So much has happened.
One thought stands out, though. Even though Lucian lost his father today and he was attacked, not once did he take it out on me.
LUCIAN
Sitting in the living room, I stare at the empty fireplace.
I’ve spoken with all the guards and got them up to date with everything, especially my plans for the next couple of days.
After I showered and changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt, I knew I wouldn’t sleep tonight and came down here.
Closing my eyes, I can feel my father’s presence. I expect to hear his voice at any moment. To have him sit down next to me. To have him joke about how stupid the people are he has to work with… the people I now have to work with.
Without opening my eyes, I can see him walking out onto the veranda and staring at the garden he loves so much.
I hear movement, and my head snaps in the direction of the stairs. Elena walks toward the kitchen, and dressed in white, she looks like an angel.
I watch as she searches for a glass. When she finds one, a smile stretches over her face, and it makes my own mouth curve up. She opens the faucet and fills the glass, and then she glances up, and the water splashes all over her as she startles. “My God, I didn’t see you there.”
I get up and walk toward her as she grabs a couple of paper towels to dry the counter with.
Christ.
The water has soaked the front of Elena’s shirt, and I don’t think she notices. The fabric sticks to her breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.
I begin to harden and stop on the other side of the marble island to hide my cock from her view. Then I tilt my head and say, “You spilled some water on yourself.”
Elena glances down, and the next instant, she drops to the floor behind the island.
“I didn’t see much,” I say. Just your nipples which quite frankly looked perky as fuck.
“I have eyes. I know what you saw,” she snaps.
“If it’s any consolation, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” I try to make it better. Knowing Elena’s not going to come out of hiding, I grab hold of my t-shirt behind my neck and pull it off. I throw it to where she is and say, “Wear mine.”
“Thank you.” I hear her move, and then she finally gets up, holding her wet shirt in her hand.
Damn, she looks good in my shirt.
I instantly begin to harden again, and I have to take deep breaths to calm down my cock.
When I’m done admiring her, and my eyes go to her face, it’s only to see her staring at my chest. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are glazed over.
The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. “Glad to know you like what you see. Now we’re even.”
It snaps her out of it, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”
I walk around the island and picking up the glass she put down in the sink, I pour water into it and then hold it out to her. “You were thirsty?”
“Thanks.” Our fingers brush when she takes the glass from me, and it sends an electric spark zapping up my arm.
Elena must’ve felt it, too, because her eyes snap up to mine. She tries to hide her reaction by drinking some water, and then she takes a step backward, putting some space between us.
She clears her throat then asks, “Can’t sleep?”
I shake my head. “Want to keep me company?”
“Ah… okay.”
I gesture to the living room and follow her to the couch. I wait for her to pick a spot to sit and take a seat next to her. Turning my body toward hers, I say, “Tell me about yourself.”