36
Lana hadn’t heard him leave, being so sexually satiated, she slept better than she had done in years.
A muffled clatter came from the kitchen below. In her rush to see him cook up a culinary storm for breakfast, she padded down the stairs towards to the noise.
Rounding the corner, without a pick of clothing, she came face to face with a young man wearing a hessian apron. His round hazel eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gawked at her buck naked body.
“Oh my god!” Her arm snapped to her chest and the other covered between her thighs. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were Marcus,” she squealed, hunching forward as if that was going to help hide her bare skin.
“Sorry to disappoint you, honey, but I’m the chef, Freddy. He left a note for you.” Freddy pointed to the counter, then smirked behind his curled fingers, pressing his mouth. “Eh, maybe you can read it later when your hands are free,” he said through a chuckle. “I’m making waffles for your breakfast, they’ll be ready in a few minutes if you want to come back when you’re sorted.”
Backing out of the room, she cursed herself for being so foolish. Of course he left, he used her like a disposable toy. That was the easiest way for him to get rid of her, just leave and wait for her to do the same.
She showered, alone, with just a heavy heart for company. Dressing in jeans and a tee, she checked her mobile.
There were umpteen missed calls from Rory. Rolling her eyes, she chucked it on the bed. There was no way she could talk to him right now, not in Marcus’s home, where she’d made love to a non-committal handsome man.
Just as she was about to turn away, the name Marcus appeared as an incoming call.
With trembling hands, she answered. “Lana, did you get my note? I’m sorry, I had to leave for business.” His voice sounded rushed, not his usual air of calm.
“No. I haven’t read it yet. However, your chef got an eyeful when I barged into the kitchen completely naked.” She pressed her palm to her belly, hoping to hear a hint of jealousy in his reply.
“Freddy likes guys. Just as well, or I’d have to sack him for looking at you and he’s worth his weight in gold.” His tone was direct with zero emotion attached. “Look, Lana, I have urgent business to deal with in the city today.”
“It’s okay, I get it. I’ll be out of your home by the time you get back.”
“Lana. Don’t fucking leave. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I need you to promise me that you will be there when I return.”
His words were like a tonic to her soul, relief lit up her heart. “Marcus, I have to be in work tomorrow. I can’t hang around here waiting for you.” She sighed lightly because staying Fermanagh to wait for him to come back, overruled her shitty job in the city.
“Lana.” He warned, his tone urgent. “Do not leave Fermanagh. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he ordered. A hint of desperation broke his raspy tone.
“Is everything okay?” Her heartbeat faltered.
“Yeah, beautiful. Just wait for me. Promise me that you’ll be there when I get back.”
She could ring her manager and ask for a few days off, wait for Marcus to return and then head back mid-week.
“I need you to check on Varia, too. Hopefully, I’ll be back before the pups arrive. My driver took me to Belfast last night, so the car is there if you want to explore a little, or feel free to take one of the horses out, but please don’t go far.” His voice rumbled down the phone line, scattering chills over skin.
Her mouth widened at both corners. “I promise to be here when you get back, Marcus,” she said softly, unsure if he knew she was grinning like a love drunk puppy.
“Good. I’ll get the chopper back tonight at the latest, I need to sort a few things out and then I can work from home.”
“Okay then. I’ll wait for you.”
“Lana…” The line went silent for a beat. “I really enjoy fucking you.”
She gulped hard. “I really enjoy being fucked by you. I promise to wait here, so hurry back.”
“And I promise to spank your fine ass when I get there. See you later, beautiful.” The line went dead.
The phone dropped to bed and she clambered over the sheets to his pillow. A subtle sexy scent of Marcus McGrath laced the fibres.
Inhaling deeply, she hugged it close to her chest and shook her head. This was getting out of control.
A sugary sweet aroma of waffles drifted through the house, luring Lana to the kitchen. Slotting her phone into her pocket she joined Freddy, throwing him a shy smile.