Vauxmoor's Bar & Grill was trendy but not boisterous to the point where we had to shout to talk. I mostly just enjoyed my view anyway. Seated over his plate of steak, Ethan was the picture of polite English gentleman. One supremely hot English gentleman. Gone was the heat and promise of sweaty sex we'd shared at the elevators. He'd turned that off just as quickly as he'd turned me on.
"How did an American find herself at university so far from home?"
I picked at my steak salad and went for a sip of cider instead. "I ..... .. I struggled for a bit after high school", I closed my eyes for a moment after responding. "I was a mess actually, for a lot of reasons." Taking a breath to calm the nervousness that appeared whenever I had to answer this question, I said, "But with some help to focus my attentions, I discovered an interest in art. I applied to come here and by some miracle got accepted at U of L. And my parents were so thrilled to see me motivated they sent me off with hearty blessings. I have a great-aunt-at Waltham Forest. My aunt Marie, but other than her, I am on my own here."
"But you are taking a graduate degree now?" Ethan seemed genuinely interested in what I was doing here, so I kept talking.
"Well, when I finished my undergraduate in art history, I decided to apply for advanced study in conservancy. They accepted me a second time." I stabbed a piece of steak with my fork.
"Any regrets? You seemed a little melancholy there when you were talking." Ethan's voice was soft when he wanted it to be.
I looked at his mouth and thought about what it had felt like crushed against mine, forcing me to accept his kiss.
"About coming to London?" I shook my head at him. "Never. I love living here. In fact, I will be devastated if I don't get a work visa when I finish my master's degree. I consider London my home now."
He smiled at me. You're too damn beautiful for your own good, Ethan Blackstone.
"You do fit in here... very well. So well, in fact, I wouldn't have known you weren't native until you spoke, but even then, American twang and all, you blend right in."
"A twang, huh?"
"It's a very nice twang, Miss Bennett." He grinned across the table, his blues twinkling.
"So, what about you? How did Ethan Blackstone end up as CEO of Black- stone Security International, Ltd.?"
Still dressed for work in a fine dark gray suit that definitely cost more than my rent, he took a drink of his beer and licked the corner of his mouth.
"What's your story, Ethan? And you have a drawl, by the way, as opposed to a twang." I smirked at him. One sexy eyebrow perked up. "I am the younger of two children. It was just my dad growing up for my sister and me. He drove a London cab and took me with him when I didn't have school."
"That's why you didn't need directions to find my flat," I said. "And I've heard about the test the London cabbies have to take on all the streets. It's gar- gantuan."
He smiled at me again. "That would be The Knowledge. Very good, Miss Bennett. For an American you are quite up on your cultural facts of Britain."
I shrugged. "I saw a show about it. Was pretty funny actually." Realizing I'd distracted him from the conversation, I said, "Sorry for interrupting. So what did you do after you finished school?"
"I went into military training. Did that for six years. Left. Started my company with the help of contacts I'd made while enlisted." He looked at me longingly again, seeming to have no inclination to keep talking.
"What branch of the military?" "Special Forces, mostly reconnaissance." He didn't offer any more details, but he grinned at me. "You are not very forthcoming. Mr. Blackstone."
"If I tell you any more, I'd have to kill you, and that would just blow my promise all to shit."
"What promise?" I asked innocently.
"That I'm not a serial killer," he said as he popped a piece of steak into his beautiful mouth and started chewing. "Thank the gods! The idea of eating a plate of beef with a serial killer would have totally killed this date for me." He swallowed his meat and grinned at me. "Very funny, Miss Bennett. You are a wit."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Blackstone, I try very hard to be." He disarmed me with his charm so effortlessly that I really had to work to keep him on task. Ethan could turn a conversation to his advantage in an instant. "What do you do at your company?"
"Security mostly, for the British government and some private international patrons. Right now we are swamped with the Olympics. With so many people coming from all over into London-especially in our post-nine-eleven world—it's a challenge."
"I bet."
He pointed at my salad with his knife. "I bring you to the best place in town for a Mayfair steak, and what do you do?" He shook his head at me. "You order a salad."
I laughed. "It has some steak in it. Anyway, I can't help it. I don't like to be predictable." "Well you're very good at being unpredictable, Miss Bennett." He winked at me and took another bite of his steak.
"Can I ask you a personal question, Ethan?"
"I get the feeling you're about to," he said dryly.
I sincerely wanted to know. The idea had been forming in my head for a couple days now. "So, do you...... do you collect nudes... or something?" I looked down at my plate.
"No," he answered immediately, "I was working security for the Andersen gallery that night. There were a few high-profile guests, and I merely went to make an appearance. I have employees who do the actual on-site work." He paused. "But I'm very glad I attended, because I saw your portrait." His voice sounded amused. "I wanted it, so I bought it.”
I could feel his eyes calling to me to look at him. I lifted my eyes up. "And then you walked in, Brynne."
"Oh..."
"I heard what you and Clarkson said, by the way about me and my hand." He tapped his ear. "High-tech security gadgets in my line of work."
My fork dropped with a clang, and I must have jumped a foot. He smirked and looked smug, and far too sexy to be here with me. I was so mortified I wanted to run out the door. "I am so sorry you heard.....”
"Don't be, Brynne. I try to avoid my hand to get off, especially if there are other, more lovely, options."His fingers tugged on my chin. I felt my body heat up as I let him lift my face. Whoa... breathe, Brynne, breathe."Like you." He whispered the rest. "I want the real thing. I want you underneath me. I want to get off with you?" His blue eyes never left mine. He did not let go of my chin either. He held me firm and made me acknowledge his words. "Why, Ethan?"His thumb flicked out and brushed my jaw. "Why does anyone want any- thing? It's just how I react to you." His eyes rolled over me and got that smoky look in them. "Come home with me. Be with me tonight, Brynne. Let me show you.""Okay." My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. And just like that I agreed to something I knew would be life changing. For me, it would be. The instant the word left my lips I witnessed Ethan close his eyes for just the briefest flicker. And then it was all a flurry of activity and p
I pushed his fine white shirt off him to the growing pile on the floor. I looked at his bare chest for the first time and nearly wept. Ethan was tight with muscles and washboard abs that melted into the most erotic V-cut I'd ever seen on a man.I leaned forward and touched my lips to the middle of his chest. He put his hands on either side of my head and held me to him, like he would never let go. His strength and dominance were pretty clear. When it came to sex, Ethan was the one in charge. And strangely, it soothed me to understand this. I was safe with him.He moved down to kneeling, his hands sliding down my hips and then my legs. When he got to my shoes, he tugged at first one and then the other and removed them sweetly from my feet. His hands skimmed back up to the waist of my linen pants. He pulled the string and loosened the tie and then dragged them to the floor. He steadied my legs while I stepped out of the crumpled heap of linen, and then he kissed me right above the waist
Ethan still kept his eyes on me. Even after we settled down from the rush of the sex, and after he'd left my body. He pulled off the condom, tied it and got rid of the evidence. But then he was right back, facing me again, his eyes moving over me, looking for my reaction to what we'd just done together."Are you all right?" he asked, brushing his thumb over my lips, tracing them ever so gently. I smiled at him and answered in a slow voice, "Uh-huh.""I'm not even close to being finished with you yet." He dragged his hand down my neck, over a breast, across my hip to rest on my stomach. “That was— so amazing, I don't .... I don't want this to be over." He left his hand splayed there and leaned forward to kiss me slowly and thoroughly, almost reverently. I could tell he was going to ask for something. "Are you on birth control, Brynne?""Yes," I whispered against his lips. I was right. He would be surprised at the reason, but I wasn't sharing that information tonight."I want... I want
He stroked over my head, trailing his fingers through my hair. I couldn't fight him. Not after tonight. The security felt too wonderful, my body too drained from all the orgasms, his hard strength too comfortable for me to battle him on the issue. So I slept. The terrors are real. They come in the night when I sleep. I try to fight them, but they nearly always win. Everything is dark because my eyes are closed. But I hear the sounds. Cruel words about someone, disgusting words and names. And terrifying laughter... They think it's funny to degrade this person. My body feels heavy and weak. Still I hear them laughing and replaying all of the evil they have done... **** I woke up screaming and alone in Ethan's bed. I figured out where I was when he came crashing into the bedroom, eyeballs wide. I started crying the minute I saw him. The sobs just got louder when he sat on the bed and grabbed me. "It's okay—I've got you." He rocked me against his chest. Ethan was dressed and I was still
The glorious smell of coffee woke me up. I looked at my alarm clock and knew there would be no Waterloo Bridge run this morning. I came out to the kitchen with my arm over my eyes."Just how you like it, Bree, sweet and creamy." My sometime roommate and dear friend Gabrielle slid the mug in my direction, the expression on her face clearly readable. Start spilling the dish, sister, and I won't hurt you. I love Gaby, but this thing with Ethan had so derailed me I just wanted to bury the knowledge of its existence and pretend he'd never happened. I reached for the steaming mug and inhaled the delicious scent. It reminded me of him for some reason and I felt the bubble of emotion rise up strong. I sat down at the kitchen bar and crowded around my coffee mug like a mother hen protecting her chick. As I lowered onto the stool, the tenderness between my legs just served as another reminder. A reminder of Ethan and his hot body and model looks and the fabulous sex... and how I'd woken up in
The club scene in London is pretty damn awesome. We didn't do it often, but a good club crawl was just what I needed. My poor psyche was on maximum over- load in a conflict of emotions, fears and guilt I needed to dance and drink and laugh, but most of all I needed to forget about all the shit. Life was too short to dwell on the dark parts, or at least that's what my therapist said. I had an appointment with Dr. Roswell tomorrow at four o'clock and a dinner date with Ethan after. Our first step in the take-it-slow agreement we'd made on the phone. He'd told me he wanted to lay the cards out on the table, and I have to admit I liked that. The truth works best for me. I really don't have anything to hide; it was more being careful about what I wanted to share. And I didn't know how much I could share with Ethan either. There was no guide map to help me.I had to ride the wave and hope I didn't crash into the reef and drown. "Try this. It's magnificent." Benny handed me a tall orangey-re
"Why are you here, Ethan?""It's a damn good thing I am, isn't it? That ape was all over you his mitts on your ass no telling what he would have tried next!" He glowered at me in the plush seat, his jaw a hard line, his lips set in a slash."I believe I handled him very well all on my own....."Ethan took my face in his hands and kissed me, holding me trapped to his mouth, pushing his tongue in, demanding I allow him access. I moaned and kissed him back, tasting only mint and the faint taste of beer. I still couldn't believe he was a smoker. I could never smell it on him. Even if I'd wanted to deny his kiss, saying no to Ethan was next to impossible. I always wanted him. He pushed all the right buttons for me, and for that reason he was dangerous."Look at you," he said slowly, eyes raking down at my outfit and then back up to my face. "It's a miracle there aren't fifty hard-ons trying to get at you.” "Nope. Just two-Big Red and you." I retorted."Who?" He narrowed his eyes.It was my
Dr. Roswell always writes in a notebook during our sessions. It seems very old- school to me, but then this is England and her office is in a building that was standing when Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence back in Philadelphia. She uses a fountain pen too, which impresses the holy hell out of me.I watched her very beautiful turquoise and gold fountain pen scratch words into her notebook as she listened to me talk about Ethan. Dr. Roswell is a great listener. In fact, it's pretty much the gist of what she does. I don't know what our sessions would consist of if I didn't tell her stuff she could listen to.Sitting behind her elegant French desk table, she was the picture of professionalism and genuine interest. I'd guess her to be in her early fifties with beautiful skin and white hair that did not age her one bit. She always wore unique jewelry and bohemian outfits that made her look cultured and approachable. My dad had helped me find her when I'd first moved t