Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I turn the water on. I look through the cupboard until I find some bath salts and add them to the water. I leave her a stack of clean towels and I put a bottle of shampoo on the end of the bath for her. Then I grab a fluffy white robe from the hook on the back of the door and go back to the bedroom.
Amelia is still standing where I left her.
“I didn’t want to leave a wet patch on your bed,” she explains.
She catches herself and blushes bright red at her choice of phrase. I pretend I haven’t noticed the double meaning of her words and hold the robe out to her.
“If you want to go into the bathroom and put this on first and give me your clothes before you get in the bath, I’ll get them into the dryer straight away.”
She chews her lower lip. “Everyone’s gone, haven’t they?”
“Yup. No one will ever know you were in my tub.”
“I just wanted to say, thank you for saving my life.”
She goes into the bathroom. I don’t have long to wait before her arm snakes around the door, holding her clothes out to me.
“Take as long as you want,” I say. “Get warmed back up. Relax a little.”
“Thank you, Viktor,” she calls from behind the door.
I change into a clean pair of trousers and go down to the laundry room. I put Amelia’s clothes in the dryer and notice she hasn’t given me her underwear. Once the dryer is going, I go back upstairs to the bedroom. I pull out my laptop and look through some emails, but I can’t concentrate.
My thoughts keep returning to the fact that Amelia is on the other side of the bathroom door, naked, her skin wet and slippery with soap.
My cock gets hard just thinking of her like that.
I remind myself again that nothing has changed, but that’s not strictly true. Lisa died because my business was dangerous. Amelia almost died bringing me a glass of beer. Is it possible that she’s not in any more danger even if she is with me? Is it possible that actually, anything can be dangerous, and when your time is up, your time is up?
I think that has to be some sort of a sign. A sign telling me that resisting Amelia to keep her safe is futile. Maybe she’s actually safer if she’s with me. Yes, I have enemies, but I also pay a lot of people to keep me and those close to me safe. People who would risk their life to save my girl if it came to it.
By the time Amelia emerges from the bathroom, my mind is made up. I can’t allow myself to live half a life because of something that happened in the past.
I want Amelia. And I want her like I’ve never wanted another woman.
She opens the door and steps out of the room followed by a whirl of steam. Her hair is damp but combed out and the mascara streaks are gone from her face. She isn’t wearing a scrap of make-up and honestly, she has never looked more gorgeous. I stand up as she comes out of the bathroom.
She smiles at me shyly.
I close the gap between us, cupping her face with my hands and pressing my lips against hers. She responds to my kiss, kissing me back, and wrapping her arms around me. I push my hands into her damp hair, kissing her like I never want to let her go again. And I don’t want to let her go ever again.
She’s mine now, and nothing and no one can change that.
17
AMELIA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HDEHj2yzew
-come on let’s get physical-
I don’t understand Viktor one little bit.
First, he kisses me like a starving man on the dance floor, then he tells me we can’t be together, and now he’s kissing me like a starving man again. Any other girl with even an ounce of self-respect would push him away, but not me. I’m too crazy about him to resist in any way at all. My knees have turned to jelly, and I move closer to him and I let myself melt into his body. I wrap my arms around him and cling like a lost and found baby monkey.
I’m conscious I’m wearing nothing, but a robe and my dirty underwear is balled up in its pocket. Viktor is wearing dry shorts, meaning he’s even closer to naked than I am. I feel a swirl of nerves in my stomach. I know this is it. We’re going to have sex right here on Viktor’s bed. Somewhere in my head there is a voice urging caution. Screaming I have to stop this from moving forward this fast, but I can’t. My body is pulling me along in a giant wave of desire and I feel powerless to stop it.