Anyone else wishing a handsome man would whisk them away to a world of pleasure? Because I’ve been thinking about it a lot:
I heard Dad laughing. If he heard that sort of rumor, he’d probably start talking about how I was really the one who tormented Victoria. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I nearly crashed into a man carrying a beer and a good part of the alcohol splashed on my shirt. Great, now the next time she saw me my stepmother would accuse me of drinking.
“Watch where you’re going,” he said.
I knew it was my fault but he didn’t have to be such a jerk about it. I was about to tell him off when I realized that I knew him just a tad too well.
He was the guy I glimpsed out through my window. Oh crap.
“You have a problem?” he said, his eyes narrowing. I was sure he must have caught a glimpse of me and was trying to figure out where he knew me from. I had to get out of there before he put it together.
“S-sorry,” I said. I tried to move off but I felt a hand close around my forearm.
“You’re Henry’s daughter, aren’t you?” he said. “He mentioned you’d be staying with him for the summer. I don’t think we’ve met.”
“No, we definitely haven’t.”
“Maxwell Grayson,” he said. It took me a few seconds to figure out that he was waiting for me to give him my name.
“I’m Sarah. It’s good to meet you. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
“Just wait a few seconds.”
I stopped, feeling like I was a child getting in trouble with an authority figure. My heart pounded in my chest, hard enough that it made me dizzy. Except… it wasn’t only fear doing this. I was a little turned on, too.
“You were the one in the window,” he said. My entire face grew hot and I was sure I was bright red. I couldn’t believe that he just came out and said it like that.
“My room does face your house,” I said. “I’m sure I’ve walked by it several times.”
“Oh no, you were there staring. Leering, one might say.”
“Maybe I looked out to see who you were, but I never—”
“Cut it out with the excuses. Admit that you were staring right now or I’ll inform your father.”
I glanced around. Dad was over by the barbecue, laughing with his friends. Victoria was showing off her roses. No one was paying attention to us. Yet.
“I was just curious,” I said.
“I’m sure you were. Perhaps there’s a more… private place we could discuss this.”
Was he saying what I thought he was saying? It couldn’t be…
“Let me show you the basement,” I said.
The way Mr. Grayson’s dark blue eyes penetrated me sent shivers up my spine. I had never seen a man look at me that way before. I was about ready to burst into flame.
I showed him over to the side of the house where the cellar bulkhead was. Silently, I offered to open one side of it so we could go down and have some privacy, but he shook his head. He wanted to do it right there, barely out of sight from the party.
There were a lot of bushes, but they didn’t provide much cover. Then he unzipped his fly and I found myself not caring anymore.
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