“And research?”
“And research. I suspect this...”
I roll over onto my side, lean on my elbow, and look at him. Harry looks all doctor-like, and I like it. Also, our games.
“You…”
“Yes.”
“Are…”
“Yes.”
“A very wicked little tease. And you will cause havoc wherever you go.”
“Is that bad?” I ask with come-fuck-me eyes.
“It is. Very. You are the type of woman people have wars over.”
I sigh, and the gruff hunk looks down at me.
He then runs his eyes down over my body, taking in every inch of me. My heart pounds as my nipples harden, and my clit throbs.
I do worry it is all I will get today.
His eyes finally come back to mine, and he looks down, all business. His eyes are dark, and I can tell he is having trouble. “Now, I have work to do. Cover that tight butt or bad things will go in it.”
With that, he slaps me on the butt, hard.
It stings, and it’s not even sexy. “Argghhh!” I yell loudly. “What the?!”
14
SAMANTHA
As Grumpy tries to build the world’s biggest media and entertainment conglomerate upstairs, I lie on a rug in the great hall. I figure no one will care, and I make notes on my own project. My affordable nutrition model.
I am in the sun, and it is nice to have so much room for once.
It is a huge change to making notes in our small LA apartment, with my noisy ex A-hole annoying me.
As I roll around with notes here and there, I spread my pages wider. I also start to make progress. It really is the best place in the chateau, and I bathe in the sun.
I close my eyes and take a moment. I lie on my back in the denim skirt, and my tank top is small. That is no problem because today, I am getting a lot of vitamin D.
If anyone comes by and asks me to get out, so be it. This area of the chateau is also a ghost town. At least today it’s getting used.
I start to sing an old song in my head, and I think about which healthy greens to favor daily. My eyes are still closed, and I imagine veggies, blenders, and vitamin rich fruits. Suddenly, my instincts tell me to open my eyes, and I do.
Just as the navy-suited grump walks by without his jacket.
He looks down and I gasp. “Shit, sorry.”
Harry’s sleeves are rolled up, and his muscular arms look powerful. His eyes are starting to look dark, but it’s likely just the light.
“It’s okay,” he says, pausing. “It’s good to see the room used.”
“Really?”
