“Liz?” Adrian nudged her with his elbow. “Do you need some time?” Gulping, Liz nodded at him. “Then, come with me,” he steered her to the left and down the hallway, opposite to where the banquet hall was. “Where are we going?” Liz asked him, tugging at his hand. “I have a personal room at this hotel. You can use it.” He explained. Liz let him guide her to the room he’d mentioned. She tried to keep her mind off Ivan and instead, watched as they passed by several rooms before stopping at a specific one. It didn’t have a room number. It had Mr. Moore engraved onto a silver plate on the wall beside the door. “I’d brought the keys just in case we’d get bored at the party. I never thought we’d really need the room.” He unlocked the door and opened it for Liz. Closing it behind them, he gestured at Liz to have a seat. “If you want to order anything, let me know.” Liz didn’t want to talk. She needed some time to be by herself. So, she left Adrian in the living room area and went into t
Adrian Moore saw indecision cross her face and knew she was tempted. He also knew he was right – it was a rare thing for this woman to just let herself be silly and relax. She’d made the decision to thrust the free-spirited part of herself away and focus on being someone this world would easily accept. It was shameful… really. Whoever made her this restrained and confused must have been orthodox. Especially for things as simple as the fact that this amazing women didn’t even know how to unwind on a beautiful evening like this one. He’d admit that this sort of party wasn’t her thing but if only she wasn’t this timid and guarded, she’d have eased herself easily into it. Unable to resist, he pulled her hand closer, lifting it to his lips. He had kissed her on the lips last Friday night, but hadn’t had a chance to explore all that soft, fragrant, feminine skin. Well, he wasn’t fully sober so… He wanted to feel the softness of her skin against his lips… badly. Her hand would do for a st
Liz Walters was at first, worried about being at such an extravagant party with a bunch of socialites and business men, considering she simply hated being part of some affluent gatherings. In the end, though, she was glad she listened to Adrian because she felt a lot better being herself. Adrian was, in truth, incredibly charming, friendly, funny and easy to talk to, Liz slowly came to realize that through the night. And, by the end of the night, he’d made her completely forget she was mad at him for taunting her about the way they’d met, and about commenting on her past relationship with Ivan. She’d also forgotten she’d promised herself to live by her grandparents’ principles even though she’d long run away from home. She found herself enjoying the night with him. She couldn’t help enjoying his company; nobody could. He was just the kind of man everybody wanted to be around. He helped his grandma move around at the party, dismissed her care-giver for the night, spent quality time d
It was evening. Not yet dark – minutes before sunset, perhaps. The sky was a swirl blend of pink, orange and purple. The day’s last golden sunbeams pierced the clear sky, sending warmth cascading down on the earth, a shower of sun drops, and a heavy rain of dazzling heat. Liz felt it sizzling on her skin, warming every inch of her. Something had beckoned her outside – a scent. A musky, masculine smell filled her nostrils and intoxicated her, sending pulsing need flowing through her veins. She needed to follow it, breathe it in, and let it fill her completely. She was drawn to its source as if pulled irrevocably forward by some invisible strings that had latched around her body. The place changed to somewhere else and she found herself walking into the woods, surrounded by wild trees, loops of vines, the greens and browns of nature’s forest trees creating a vivid view. When she inhaled again, the air tasted of pine, oaky bark and musky earth. And man, oh, delightful, hot, spic
Liz Walters arched her back against Adrian, groaning, and was rewarded with the feel of his massive form pressed against her. He was naked, sweaty, his body impaling her with sensation, from the chest that seemed twice as broad as her back, all the way down his stomach, to the thick and fully erection rubbing against her bottom. “Yes,” she cried, every sense roaring to life, every inch of her in tune to the sensations that battered her like the strong winds of a hurricane. Liquid want flooded her sex and she was dying to be filled by him. She desperately wanted to turn around, to see his face, to behold the incredibly sensual man seducing her right out of the arms of another naked man. “No, she’s mine,” Ivan said. “I’m the one she’s supposed to be with.” She looked down at him. With his face obscured by the mist, he still lay below her. She’d completely forgotten about him. She could see the angry thrust of his sculpted jaw, the snarl on his lip. And she felt between her th
The first strange dream had been about Adrian appearing like a knight in shining armor and saving her from being trampled down by a huge mountain which was collapsing due to an earthquake. She’d come to think of it as Adrian saving her from being homeless and penniless. She couldn’t seem to know what to make of this second dream about him… She had a lot on her mind and this morning, she couldn’t even bring herself to act normal in front of Adrian without him noticing that something was wrong with her so she preferred to stay away from him – well until she’d feel okay to be around him. After forcing a few bites of the sandwich Adrian had made for her down her throat, she discarded the rest in the dustbin, her hunger satiated from the moment she’s read his message on that note. Gulping down the orange juice, she turned the TV on to watch and even though there was nothing interesting to watch, she stayed put. She’d do anything to get her mind off Adrian and make her forget even seeing
“Do you want me to stay with you?” Ivan proposed… once again. “No, no. You can go.” Liz swallowed. “I’m just…” she pointed in the direction of the café. “ – going that way. I haven’t had anything yet so...” She gave him another weak smile. “All right… Try and eat something – it might help.” She nodded. “Yes. I will. Yes…” Why was he looking at her like that? As if he cared? As if he was really worried about her? There was no need for that. She wasn’t any of his business. At least she hoped not. If he was back from France to be with her, then – No, don’t even consider it. She chided herself. She glanced down at his fingers still wrapped around her arm before looking back at him. His eyes trailed down as well, looking down at his own hand before he’d met her eyes again. Nothing was left to be said. He simply but reluctantly released her arm. She saw the regret in his eyes, the remorse that consumed him, and the pain of knowing that his decision of having left her when she needed
“Why… what was that about?” The longer Liz stood catching her breath, the angrier she became.“What in God’s name gave you the impression I’d be fine with you assaulting me? Actually no, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know what’s going on in your mind. The answer this time is, and will always be, no. Not only no but hell no. I don’t need you no more. I’ve managed just fine on my own.” Fury made her see red.Knowing it will be pointless waiting for any kind of response from him when he was this drunk, she spun on her heels and started heading back to the café, the only place where she would be safe from this man who she’d once considered her best-friend.A viselike grip locked on her upper arm and hauled her around. Momentum slammed her into Ivan’s body. “You’ve managed just fine on your own? It seems like little miss goody two shoes haven’t been home lately.” He laughed when her eyes widened. “Do your grandpa and grandma know where you’re staying at?”“That’s none of your business