That could be because of what I’d caught her doing more than a year ago, shame and embarrassment for being caught in my grandpa’s bed at night while flirting with me during the day. But no, this silence feels different. And whenever I do look in her direction, there’s something, something I just can’t quite put my finger on, but I know that it’s there.
Like a living, breathing thing just beneath the surface, but like a wisp of smoke that disappears in the light, I can’t quite get a grasp of it. As I watched her face damn near disappeared into her breakfast plate, if she lowered it any further, she’d be inhaling her eggs through her nose.
I started to ask her what the hell her problem was, but then I noticed the scarf and the fact that she was buttoned up to her chin like an eighteenth-century virgin. The fuck game is she playing now? I squinted my eyes at her but bit back the words I would’ve usually lobbed at her head.
I know she felt my eyes on her, but she never raised her head, just kept picking at her food and avoiding my eyes. For some reason, her behavior was bringing back memories of my strange nighttime shenanigans. Since she’s the only female in walking distance and there haven’t been any reports of a midnight raider assaulting women, I’m guessing the smell of pussy could only come from her, but without proof, it’s just speculation.
I’d actually put off looking at last night’s footage because I’m not quite afraid but wary of what I might find. As much as I want to get to the bottom of all this, something keeps niggling at my mind as if begging me to go easy on her. That’s what grandpa would’ve done had he been here. He was always sticking up for her.
The memory had my lips turning down in distaste as I scowled at the top of her head with near murderous intent. No one on earth has ever made me as angry as this slip of a girl, and I’ve faced proverbial sharks in the boardroom. My feelings for her are another thing that confuses me. How could I still want her in any way after what she’d done? And yet, as hard as I fight it and as much as I lie to myself, that want, that need, that hunger still lives inside me for her.
That first time we’d met, she wasn’t as timid in my presence as she is now. I’d sensed the attraction right away. Her gentle, sweet shyness mixed with the appeal of a siren had drawn me in right from the start. Her soft beauty without the harshness of city life to add wear and tear had appealed to something deep inside me, something I didn’t even know was there.
She was the first woman to ever make me think of commitment, and the beauty of it was grandpa adored her. That was one of the things that had made me less freaked out about the swiftness with which she’d gotten to me. I’m not the fly by the seat of my pants kinda guy; I like to take my time and absorb things, especially when it involves life-changing matters.
But her, she’d got to me, right down to the fucking bone of me. That’s why the betrayal had been so hard. Thinking of it now, while she sat there looking so vulnerable, all the old anger and hate came back. It got so bad as it started to choke me that I knew I had to get out of there or I’d do something to her.
I got up from the table without a word and threw my napkin down before walking by her to leave the room. A breeze fluttered the curtains at the window, and a scent stopped me dead in my tracks. That scent; what’s that scent? Where do I know it from?
I shook my head to clear it, but the scent lingered. It was her, that scent. My dick got hard, and there was a burning, tingling sensation down my spine. She looked up over her shoulder at me as if she felt it too, and that vulnerability made me want to put her under me and ride her hard.
Before I knew what I was doing, before I could stop myself, I reached for her, dragging her out of the chair. Outside, the window grew cold with a sudden chill as the skies darkened. I pulled at her clothes, and she stood there and let me, looking down at me with that look.
There was something in her eyes, something hidden, that was there one moment and gone the next, and me, well, I felt as if I were outside of myself. Like my actions weren’t mine but some primal element that had been awakened inside. I stripped her bare there in the dining room with the windows open and the servants working on the other side of the house.