Page 17 of Twisted Love

This was trouble. A lot of trouble and he had no idea what to do about it.

He thought about it some more, considered never seeing her again, and tentatively probed his feelings about that. What he found was worrisome. There was an ache in his chest and his stomach at the thought. An ache that turned to pain the longer he thought about life without Keily.

He’d thought it would be easy to dump her and get on with his life when he started the affair, when he finally gave in to his lust for her when she quit working for him. He’d fuck her for a week, maybe a few, and then he’d get on with life. That had been the plan. Unfortunately, he hadn’t planned on how much he actually…liked her.

She was funny when she wanted to be, sexy, sensual, beautiful, and showed him with actions what she couldn’t say with words. She’d made it her business to find out what foods he liked the best and she made them. She bought him gifts too, little things like a robe that was soft, warm. Things that family, or a wife, would buy. Things he’d never consider buying because they were things he usually didn’t think about.

She’d bought him soap, razors, even socks. All were little things, but they had all pleased him because they were bought with care. People might think socks and soap weren’t really gifts, but to Logan, they were.

Those gifts had touched him more than a brand-new Maserati would, because Keily had thought about what to get him. She’d been at the store and decided he needed things like that. She wanted to meet his needs and he wasn’t sure there’d been anyone to do that for him in a long time.

Not that he’d have let anyone else do it after he got out of high school but that wasn’t the point, was it? Or was it? A frown marred his features as he got up and walked over to the windows to stare out at his property. Lights illuminated sections of the front yard, but he didn’t really see any of it.

He’d go see her again, then make a decision. Maybe that’s all he needed, one more dose of her?

If she’d stayed that little minx full of avarice and greed, he’d have been able to let her go a long time ago, but she hadn’t. She was actually a human being and a decent one at that. Did she deserve to be treated like a child’s toy, to be discarded when he was done playing with her?

Not really, but she knew the score. She could have asked him to be more open about what they were, but she hadn’t, and he’d taken that for silent agreement. Maybe she was still acting, only she’d become better at hiding the more distasteful parts of her personality?

Now, that was a thought. Little Miss Keily might have become a really good actress. He doubted any actress could fake the way she came though. That was something that a man who paid attention couldn’t mistake. Any man that actually bothered to pay attention would know if a woman was faking it or not.

She loved sex with him at least.

The rest though? Could that be faked? He supposed it could be, if the person wanted to fake things like that. Hmmm.

He thought he was the one in control, the one dominating the situation, but was that true? The way he stood there, all twisted up inside, trying to decide whether to end this or not told him something huge. Keily might just be the one in control after all and that simply wouldn’t do. He had to take the control back, one way or another.

9

Keily

Keily expected a sky-high hotel with a view of the beach and some palm trees, concierge services, and a lot of noisy tourists. She was in for a surprise. They flew to the US Virgin Islands on a private plane, took a boat to a smaller private island, and then ended up in the most beautiful house on a hilltop where they could see the hazy shapes of other islands and blue water all around.

The house was painted white with blue shutters, a light and breezy place full of windows and glass doors to let the light in. Orange terracotta tiles on the roof protected the inside of the two-story home that Keily instantly wanted to live in forever. When she saw the bedroom had a glass door she was in heaven because the ocean was right there, she could look out at it from the bed.

The scene would be beautiful at night, with the moon shining over the water, she just knew it.

“Do you like it?” Logan asked softly, his eyes on nothing but her as she walked through each room.

“It’s beyond anything I could have imagined, Logan.” She answered in an off-hand way, too distracted with looking out at the water that almost every room put on display at the back end of the house. The front gave them a view of the island the house was nestled on, an island owned by a friend of his, he’d told her. They must be some friend, Keily thought while she ran a hand over the granite countertops in the kitchen. It truly was a heavenly place, and she knew their time there would be good.

“There’s a pool off to the right of the house, and we have our own boat if we want to go to the bigger islands around here.” He told her and went to find a bottle of water in the fully stocked fridge. “I made sure we had everything we’d need, though, so if you want to just stay here for the entire time, that’s fine too.”

“I’d like to see the whole place, if we have time.” She turned to walk up to him, a smile on her face that she couldn’t stop, even if she’d tried. “I thought we were going to a hotel, but this is so much better.”

“You aren’t the kind of lady that would like a hotel, something tells me.” Logan pursed his lips but then smiled. “You might, I take that back, but I knew you’d love this place.”

“How long are we staying?” Keily tilted her head and waited for his answer.

“I’m not sure yet. At least a week, maybe longer. It just depends on how things go back home.” He took the lid off his water and took a drink.

Keily took out a bottle of fruit juice and went to sit in the living room. There was no wall separating the two rooms, something else she liked. The place was just open, and now that they’d opened the doors and windows, a cool breeze blew in to take away the afternoon heat.

Logan gave all his employees a week’s paid vacation for Easter, to show his appreciation for their hard work at both of his facilities. He’d come over the night before and told her to pack a bag and get ready for a long trip without telling her where exactly they were going. He’d just smiled until they got to the airport and they boarded a private airplane. That’s when she found out where they were going.

It was warm back home, but this place was at least 10 degrees warmer, so she was glad she hadn’t packed anything for cold weather. “There’s a pool?”

“Yes, and there’s nobody else on this island, so you can swim naked if you like.” That grin of his, that devilish one that made her knees want to turn to jelly, spread over his face and his eyes gleamed.