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As I sit up and grab the sheet to cover myself, he reappears and he has a washcloth in his hand.
“Lay back,” he murmurs, sitting down on the bed.
I hesitate and he tugs the sheet down, baring me to him. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed after everything that we just did, but my cheeks flame when he begins to gently clean me. Glancing down, I see the blood on my thighs and his sheets. Shit. “I’m sorry,” I whisper as humiliation consumes me.
“Sorry?” he echoes and pauses in his ministrations. “What the hell for?”
“Um, I’ll wash your sheets…” God, this is awkward. Suddenly, I want to grab my clothes and bolt.
“No, you won’t,” he murmurs and starts cleaning me again. His eyes lock with mine. “You’re mine, Hannah. And your blood on my cock and sheets is proof.”
There’s a possessive edge in his tone that surprises me. But I like it. A lot. I want to be his, in every possible way, but I’m sure he just means right now, at this very moment. Me, though? I’m thinking more long-term.
I’m not sure how to respond to that, so I don’t. Vin gets rid of the washcloth then climbs back into bed beside me. I’m still debating whether or not I should leave when he reaches over and pulls me into his arms. A wave of relief passes through me.
He wants mme here.
Vin presses a kiss in my hair, encouraging me to lay my cheek on his chest. His arms hold me close as he whispers, “Go to sleep, Angel.”
And that’s exactly what I do. Surrounded by his warmth once again, I drift off into a peaceful slumber.
I can feel the warm sun hitting my bare legs and I roll onto my back and open my eyes. Everything that happened last night comes careening back through my brain and I realize Vin isn’t in bed with me. I let my hand drift over where he was lying and it’s cool to the touch. Sitting up, I wonder where he is and how long he’s been gone.
As if in answer, he suddenly appears, striding into the bedroom, already showered and dressed in a suit. Minus a tie, of course. “Good morning,” he says.
His tone is a little brisk and I’m not sure what to make of it.
“Good morning,” I say, quickly turning shy, and pulling the sheet up to my chin.
Vin drops down on the edge of the bed and eyes me closely. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’m okay.” Truthfully, I’m sore, but I don’t want to tell him that.
He nods. “Good. I have some work to do today. Whenever you’re ready, I can drop you off at home.”
His cool words take me by complete surprise. “Sure,” I murmur, hating his brusque tone. It’s official—he’s kicking me out. I’m not sure what I expected exactly, but it wasn’t this. Maybe breakfast in bed? A shower together? More sex? I would’ve loved to have spent the day together or…I don’t know…something.
Instead, I’m getting a ride home. I guess it’s better than him kicking me to the curb and expecting me to catch the bus. God, that would be the worst ride of shame ever.
At what point did he turn cool? What did I miss? Did I do something? Or, is this it? He got what he wanted and now it’s over?
Over before it even began, I think sadly.
“I have a proposition for you,” he says, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt beneath the suit jacket.
Oh? He just snagged my attention and I lean closer, cocking an eyebrow.
“As you know, I’m going to be heading the Rossi Vineyard division. I’ll need an assistant and I’d like to offer you the job.”
I stare at him blankly, not sure what to say or how to react. Why would he want me as his assistant? I have no office experience. Is it out of guilt? For taking my virginity? Because he knows I don’t have much money? Or is it because he actually likes me and wants to see me again?
“Okaaay,” I say slowly.
His dark, thick brows furrow. “Okay what?”
“I’ll think about it.”
That handsome face of his screws up into a deep scowl. “Think about what?”
