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“I’m not.” I shrug as I pick up a vase and move it. “The internship has been transferred back to the Royal Charity Institute.” I reshuffle some books and go around and turn all of the lamps on. “So that’s great.” I force a smile.

The bell over the door rings as the first customers arrive and Jonty and Helene fuss over them, my mind wanders back to the fact that Edward didn’t want to see me again either.

I may be his surefire…but he loves her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

EDWARD

I step out of the jet and make my way to the car that is waiting on the tarmac, Claude opens the door for me. “Good evening, Mr. Prescott.” He smiles.

“Hello, Claude, miss me?” I get into the car.

Amusement flashes across his face. “As always, sir.” He gets behind the wheel and we begin to make our way home. Claude has been my driver for eight years, he used to travel with me everywhere until he met a woman here in France and got married. He stays here now and is only with me when I’m back in the country.

We drive through the night and weave through the traffic as I stare out the window. My mind is a whirl of activity, what would happen if I went to Alora’s house right now…would she let me in? Would she kiss me and hold me in her arms?

Would she let me taste her…?

I get a visual of her naked and beneath me.

Buried so deep inside her body, I readjust myself in my pants as my erection becomes painful.

I chew my lip as I stare out the window, something’s got to give here.

This can’t go on.

For every second of every minute of every hour since I saw Alora on Friday, I’ve been hard, my cock has been throbbing like a broken appendix and begging for attention. She’s all I can think about, consuming me like an addiction.

Her face floats through my mind like an apparition, taunting me with things I can’t have.

Things that only she can deliver.

There’s no denying it, Alora Sorenson has something that feeds the darkness inside of me. Her raw sexuality is like a drug that my body can smell, and the fact that she doesn’t want me only makes the hunter in me more desperate to take her.

To own her.

I imagine dragging her down to her knees by her hair…. Throb…throb….

I tip my head back against the seat as I ride the wave of arousal.

I’ve never jerked off so much in my fucking life.

“Miss Hermione is at your place, sir.” His eyes flick up to meet mine in the rearview mirror.

What?

“I thought she was in Switzerland.”

“She’s surprising you, sir.” He gives me a stifled smile. “Act surprised.”

I exhale heavily and drag my gaze back out the window, fucking great…. This is all I need tonight. I was looking forward to a week on my own.

I have a much-anticipated date with my right hand tonight, a rough hard ride with Alora’s open mouth in my mind.

Ughh…. I drag my gaze out the window in disgust, what the fuck is wrong with me? Can you even hear yourself?

I would rather jerk off while thinking about someone that I can’t have, rather than have actual sex with a woman who loves me.