“For the last twenty years.”
“Are you married? Children?” I felt the need to talk and make friends quickly before embarrassment stained my cheeks. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forward.”
“It’s all right, dear. I can understand the need to.” He paused. “To acquaint yourself.” His soft chuckle gave me a sense of calm. “My wife is the cook here, and I have two daughters, happily married, I might add. Both are still in South Africa.”
“Don’t you miss them?”
“Not really. Mr. Princeton is kind enough to send us to home every year for a month’s visit with my children.”
“Wow. That’s nice,” I replied, already liking Rayden’s family a little more.
He uttered a low laugh. “As I said, madam, they are good people and trust me. You’ll feel right at home when you meet them. Now, can I get you anything else?”
“I’m good, thanks.” He nodded and turned to leave. “Oh, Raj. Thank you for the chat,” I called after him.
He turned at the door. “You’re most welcome, Sianna.” He walked out.
Wondering what to do, I glanced around the room. Back home, I would’ve probably been tucked under a thick blanket with a steaming mug of coffee, a romance novel, and my semi-warm apartment. I didn’t have the luxury of a fireplace. If I had my way, I would’ve been at the restaurant against Trent’s wishes that I take my owed personal time off. Recalling Rayden’s suggestion to try the jacuzzi, I closed the French doors and unpacked our bags. A couple of minutes later, dressed in swim shorts and a baggy t-shirt over a modest bikini, I headed for the spa. The house was warm, probably due to an elaborate central heating system, and didn’t require a jacket.
I walked around the jacuzzi seated two steps up on a porcelain tiled base and overlooking what I assumed to be the garden outside, although quiet lush given the cold weather. Chewing my bottom lip, I fiddled with the various knobs and switches. Satisfied I had it working correctly, I stripped to my swimsuit and tested the water with my toes. Wincing at the heat, I stepped down into the fizzing bubbles, gradually lowering my body with a soft sigh. I leaned back, closed my eyes, letting the magic of the heat seep into my pores.
“Hmm, just perfect.”
“I agree.” My eyes popped open. Rayden leaned against the doorframe. Laughter bubbled out my lips at the mischief wiggle of his brows. “Can I join you?” He was already removing his sneakers and clothes.
“Is that wise?”
He frowned. “Why?”
“Because you can never bathe with me without wanting to—”
“Fuck you,” he taunted. “Can you blame me?” He slipped into the seat next to me in boxers and gripped my waist, pulling me onto his lap. “This incredible body is irresistible.” He nuzzled my neck. “And no-one will disturb us for another hour or so.”
Laughing, I squirmed as his hard-on pushed into my rear. “You’re too cocky for your own good.”
“No, my cock is just where it needs to be.” His hold on me tightened as he slid a hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy, running a slow finger over my slit. “I need you now, babe.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” my firm statement filtered out in a soft croak as his finger rolled over my hardened nipple.
“Then why don’t you stop me?” His eyes glinted, a devilish green. He reached up, tugged my head down, and cut off any reply with a lazy kiss.
I moaned, grasping his hand to stop his manipulation. “We’re in your home, remember?” I whispered when I pulled back.
“So?” He shrugged, arousal turning his translucent gaze darker.
“I don’t want my first meeting with your family to be one of them walking in on us with you between my thighs or worse, me coming.”
“Fine,” he snorted. “Then you’re coming with me.”
Before I could gauge his intention, he had me over his shoulder and heading out the door. “Rayden,” I squealed, slapping his butt. He carried on walking despite my squirm and not caring that water dripped off the both of us. “Rayden, put me down.” When I bounced on his shoulder, his grip tightened over the back of my thighs.
“Rayden?” a throaty voice stopped him.
He whipped around. “Dad? What are you doing here?”
Shit. I couldn’t see the man, who’d probably come up the stairs, but I bet he got a good view of my ass hanging over his son’s shoulder.
A husky chuckle followed with, “I live here, son.”
