“You look amazing. Philip, it’s over I am going to London with Tasha.” Juan laughed and circled her.
She giggled at Philip who still stared at her, but Juan was now behind her and beginning to rotate her hips with his in a dance move that made her laugh out loud with the boys until they all noticed Jim standing in the doorway. Juan immediately released her.
Philip gestured towards her with a grin as if he had just revealed a piece of art work. “Ta-da!”
“Can you give us a moment?” Jim asked, not taking his eyes off her.
She suddenly felt very nervous. She was certain he wouldn’t like the overall result and as his face remained unreadable she still felt wary of Juan and Philip leaving them alone.
Philip grabbed the bottle of beer off the table and exited first, followed by Juan who almost ran. Tasha smiled at them both and felt rather sorry for them, especially Philip because he was responsible for the face and hair Jim was still staring at, although Juan had been touching what was Jim’s.
Once alone, he closed the door and walked slowly towards her where he looked her up and down before checking out her appearance from behind in the mirror, but didn’t touch her. She swallowed hard as she realised he still hadn’t said anything to her.
“It is a very little dress and there is a lot of skin on show, Tasha,” he finally said.
“Do you hate it?”
“No. It looks great, you look great, but it’s very little.”
She risked a smile now. “I thought you’d hate the dress and the make-up and forbid me from leaving the house.”
“I considered it.” His face broke into a wry smile. “But then I remembered, I have my dad’s accounts to look over.”
“You be sure to get your priorities right.”
“I always do, honey. Although I am thinking the accounts could wait and I could send the boys away. Then...” he stroked her cheek and dropped his hand to skim down her arm sending shivers through her body.
“Then?” she asked, almost panting with anticipation for what he was going to suggest.
“And then we could finish what we started in New York.” He stared down at her causing a flush to creep up her cheeks at the intensity of his gaze.
She frowned, trying to remember what they’d started in New York. He grinned at her confusion and stepped closer. He grasped her wrists, lifted her arms above her head and pulled them apart in the air still smiling down at her. He then moved one foot between hers and pushed her feet apart.
“And then,” he whispered. “I could do this to you on the bed and tie you in place and have you completely under my control. To do with as I please. To pleasure you in any way I want. I could make for a good night in, baby.” He let her go and took a step back leaving her hot, breathless and wanton.
“I could cancel.”
“No, baby. The boys would be disappointed and I said I’d do the accounts for the vineyard, so another time, maybe.” He walked towards the door with a cocky swagger.
“When?” she called after him which resulted in him looking back with his wolfish grin that turned into a loud laugh.
“Maybe we could save it for Vegas.”
She was ready to burst with anticipation and desire and was seriously considering Vegas as a real option. What the hell was she doing? How did he do this to her? Was this because she loved him or because he was very good at this, at sex?
He laughed at her again. “Oh, baby, you are that desperate for it?” he asked rhetorically but left the room.
Tasha gathered her thoughts and composure before following him downstairs where she found Jim in the hall listing his orders for the night. “All of you be careful, don’t leave your drink unattended, don’t accept drinks from anyone else, don’t go anywhere on your own and don’t drink too much. Do not leave Tasha on her own and if anyone makes a move on her I expect you both to take care of her, understand?”
She stood on the stairs watching and listening as they both nodded at him.
“Good. Any problems, call me and if you can’t find a taxi to come back, call.”
They nodded again as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
“Dad, please tell me you’re not about to give out condoms,” said Philip smiling.
Jim stared at him. “Hardly,” was his only comment before he pulled out several notes and passed them to Juan.
