“He’s not a breakfast person, but he insisted you sit down and eat.”
She did as she instructed but she couldn’t stop the gloom from filtering through her face.
“You know, would you mind if I joined you?”
“Not at all. Please do.”
“Don’t mind, Silas, Mrs. K,” Alice said, falling naturally into abbreviating the name she insisted on calling Arabelle. “He’s a big grouch on the outside.”
“And the inside too,” Arabelle said then wondered if she overstepped.
“That too,” Alice agreed wholeheartedly.
Arabelle enjoyed her breakfast with Alice. If it weren’t for the older lady she might have been too anxious to eat, knowing she had been summoned by Lord Grouch when she was done.
But they both couldn’t put it off any longer and before she knew it, Alice was escorting her to Silas’s study.
She stopped just inside his door and refused to show her panic when Alice closed the door. She wasn’t afraid of him. She was afraid her body would forget what her mind had decided. Silas Knight was never going to touch her again. Ever.
He turned almost reluctantly to look at her and even then it was more a half glance that seemed to vex his whole soul. But she, oh she needed only a second to memorize everything about him again.
He had showered in another bathroom. His hair was still damp and he wasn’t wearing his jacket yet so his incredible muscles were clearly defined under the luxury of the fabric. His cologne took her back to the moment he had towered over her and penetrated her pussy with his cock. She swallowed her gasp as wetness started to cling to her folds. But his green gaze held no warmth or even indifference for her.
“Sit,” he ordered and the only reason she accepted was that her knees were trembling.
He handed her a tablet that had a calendar opened on the screen.
“Mark your cycle on the calendar.”
“I beg your pardon? Did you mean by menstrual cycle?” she asked, choking on her words.