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We’d spent the rest of the time going over his strategies. I could sense the battle within him in wanting to trust me, but his cautious wording in our conversations told me he wasn't ready. Since it was the first day, I thought the evening was a step in the right direction. At dinner, I watched him cook and wondered if he was precise in everything he did. He did give me his robe to wear, but it drowned me. We had dinner on his patio, but I declined the wine this time because I needed to have my wits around him.
I was yawning by the time dinner was over and said goodnight after I’d helped him load the dishwasher. By the time I’d come out of the bathroom, he was lying in my bed.
“Don't you have a different bedroom?” I asked in confusion.
“I thought it was best for me to stay in your room in case you sleepwalk around my house at night.”
I rolled my eyes at his obvious dig at my breaking and entering his home. In my defence, it was for a good cause.
Chapter 10
Cyrus
She rolled her eyes at me in exasperation but surprisingly didn't protest. The truth was, after spending most of the day with her, when I got to my bedroom, it felt—empty. I watched her rub something into her hands before she tied her long, dark hair into a knot at the top of her head. She took her robe off and laid it on the chair beside the bed. She wore silky red sleep shorts with a matching top. It was edged with black lace, but before I could ogle her a little longer, she was under the covers with the lamp turned off.
“Are you tired?” I asked.
“Yes, being drugged and tied up seems to have had that effect on me,” she said dryly.
“It’s probably best I hold onto you in case you try to sneak out of bed,” I said.
“If you want to cuddle, Cyrus, just ask,” she said with a snicker as she shifted on the bed.
Before I knew it, she had turned around and put her hand on my cheek. Whatever she had put on her hands had a soft floral scent that reminded me of roses. I wrapped my arm around her waist before I cupped her ass cheek and dragged her body close to mine.
“You won't slip anything else inside me while I sleep, will you?” she murmured against my neck.
I squeezed a handful of her soft ass and silky shorts.
“When I fuck you, Emilia, it’s going to be on my table, with you fully conscious,” I whispered as I pulled her leg over mine so I could feel the warmth from her hot little pussy.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly, and I relaxed as I felt her hot breath against my neck.
“Get some rest,” I said as I ignored my hard dick between us.
It took her a few moments before the tension left her body, but within minutes, her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. The girl had zero self-preservation when it came to me, or she trusted me, which was just as fucked up because I didn't trust myself around her. I held her small hand and inhaled the floral scent with a sigh. I would need to rearrange a few things at work to spend time with Emilia. Two weeks weren't going to be long enough for what I wanted to do to her.
I thought of the improvements she had suggested, and each one had its merit. She had spoken logically with little emotion regarding my future endeavours in killing people. I had my own vetting process to ensure I picked up the right person. Eventually, as I grew tired I snuck my other arm around Emilia and gently kissed her cheek before I relaxed my head on the pillow to fall asleep.
???
Holy fucking shit.
No wonder she had hidden her dress away when it was delivered. I stared at her strapless blood, blood-red ball gown. She’d told me she was going to ‘bump’ into me at this charity event, but I was glad I picked her up at the airport because I absolutely would have fucked her the first night I met her if she was dressed like this.
“Can you breathe in that dress?” I asked with a frown as I noticed how it clung to her waist, ribs and breasts.
“It’s got a corset built into it, so this is the way it’s supposed to fit,” she said, fixing the top of it.
I rubbed my right eye as it began to twitch. The damn contraption seemed to push her tits to her chin. She wouldn't be leaving my side tonight. She had a matching black masquerade mask with hits of red on it. Her long hair was styled in soft curls.
“You don't like it,” she said with her lips pouting outwards like a sulking child would.
If this were any other woman I wouldn't care about her comments or her feelings, but Emilia was dragging me to an uncomfortable place in which I was feeling things that I shouldn’t.
I closed the space between us and lifted her chin.
“I don't like it. I love it, which is part of the problem because I may need to gouge out men’s eyes for looking at you tonight,” I murmured as I rubbed my thumb over her alluring red lips. “You look fucking sensational.”
