"Hey, Rory." I gave him my best smile as he let me through. I stayed focused and sharp during my work. The painting was a stunner, one of Mallerton's early works, entitled simply Lady Percival. An absolutely compelling woman with nearly black hair, a blue dress to match her eyes, a book in her hand and the most magnificent figure a female could ever hope to have took up most of the canvas. She wasn't so much a beauty as expressive, I very much wished I knew her story. The painting had suffered some heat damage during a fire in the sixties and never been touched since. Lady Percival needed a dose of tender loving care, and I would be the lucky one to give it to her.
I was just about to go for a break when my phone went off. Unknown caller? It struck me odd. I didn't give my number out, and the Lorenzo Agency who represented my modeling had strict disclosure rules.
"Hello?"
"Brynne Bennett." The sexy cadence of a British voice washed over me.
It was him. Ethan Blackstone. How, I have no earthly idea. Or why for that matter, but it was him, sexy accent live and well on the other end of my phone. I would know that commanding voice anywhere.
"How did you get this number?"
"You gave it to me last night." His voice burned into my ear and I knew he was lying.
"No," I said slowly, trying to put the brakes on my escalating heartbeat, "I did not give you my number last night." Why was he even calling?
"I may have borrowed your phone by accident while you were dozing... and called my mobile with it. You distracted me by being dehydrated and starved." I heard muffled voices in the background, like he could be in an office. "It's very easy to pick up the wrong mobile phone when they all look alike."
"So you went into my phone and dialed yours so you could get my number off the history of calls received. That's kinda creepy. Mr. Blackstone." I was starting to get rather pissed at Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome with the Gorgeous Blue Eyes for his utter lack of personal boundaries.
"Please call me Ethan, Brynne. I want you to call me Ethan."
"And I want you to respect my privacy, Ethan." I retorted a bit rudely.
"Do you, Brynne? I think you're really grateful for the ride home last night." He said in a softer voice, "And you seemed to like your dinner too." He paused for a moment. “You thanked me." More silence. "In your condition you would've never made it home safely."
Seriously? His words returned me straight back to the overwhelming emotion I'd felt last night when he'd brought me the water and the Advil. And as much as I hated to admit it, he was right.
"Okay... look, Ethan, I owe you for the ride last night. It was a good call on your part and I do thank you for the help, but-.........."
"Then have dinner with me. A proper dinner, preferably not something enclosed in plastic or foil, and definitely not in my car." He cut me off in mid sentence.
"Oh, no. Sorry, but I don't think that's a good ide.....—"
"You just said, 'Ethan, I owe you for the ride, and that's what I want-for you to have dinner with me. Tonight." He again cut me off and my heart pounded harder. I can't do this. He affected me so strangely. I knew myself well enough to realize that Ethan Blackstone was dangerous territory for a girl like me-Great White Shark is hungry for lone swimmer in cove territory.
"I have plans tonight." I blurted into my phone. A total lie. "Then tomorrow night."
"I-I can't then. I'll be working late afternoon and photo shoots always exhaust me "
"Perfect. I'll pick you up from your shoot, feed you, and take you home for an early night."
"You keep interrupting me every time I speak! I can't think straight when you start barking orders, Ethan. Are you like this with everyone, or am I just special?" I did not like how the conversation turned so fast in his favor. It was maddening. And whatever he meant in the way of an early night left me imagining all kinds of forbidden.
"Yes and yes, Brynne, you are." I could feel the sex dripping off his voice through my phone, and it scared the shit out of me. And I am a stupid idiot for wording the question like that. Way to go, Brynne, Ethan says you're special.
"I have to get back to work now." My voice sounded thready. I knew it did. He just disarmed me so damn easily. I tried again. "Thanks for the offer, Ethan, but I can't....."
"Say no to me." he interrupted, cutting me off again in mid sentence.
"and that's why I'll pick you up from the shoot tomorrow for dinner. You admitted that you owe me a favor, and I am calling it in. It's what I want, Brynne."
Fucker did it again! I sighed into the phone loudly and let that sit in silence for a moment. I was not going to give in to him so easily.
"Still there, Brynne?"
"So you want me to talk now? You sure change your mind quickly. Every time I speak you interrupt me. Didn't your mother teach you any manners, Ethan?", i asked losing my patience.
"She couldn't. My mother died when I was four."
Fuck. "Ahhh, well that explains it then. I'm very sorry look, Ethan, I really have to get back to my work. You take care." I took the chicken way out and ended the call.
I set my cheek on the worktable and just rested for a minute, or five. Ethan honestly wore me out. I don't know how he managed it, but he did. Eventually I got up from my chair and headed for the break room. I got the biggest mug I could find, filled it with a shitload of half-and-half sugar, and a moderate amount of coffee. Maybe a caffeine and carb buzz would help me, or put me into a coma.
Looking over at my workspace I saw the captivating Lady Percival prepped and waiting for me, elegant and calm as she had been for more than a century. Coffee in hand, I returned to her and attended to cleaning the grime from the book she so lovingly held to her breast.
Benny's beautiful brown skin looked marvelous against the pale yellow shirt draped onto his muscled frame. Confidence poured out of Benny in every aspect of his life. Totally optimistic. I wish I could be more like him. I was giving it my best shot, but let's just say my best shot at it sucked."So this Ethan bloke is trying to get all up in you, huh? I saw how he watched you, Brynne. He never stopped looking," Ben muttered, "not that I blame him." Benny's always been sweet like this. My go-to guy when I need a shoulder. He's nosy, though. I'd tried all night to keep the conversation focused on his photography and gallery show, but he kept steering the talk back to Ethan."Yeah, well he has a way of getting the upper hand, and I don't like it, Ben." I dipped my French fry that I refuse to call a chip into some ranch dressing and popped it in my mouth. "And thanks for making an honest woman of me tonight." I ate another fry. "I told Ethan I had plans, which was a total lie until you ca
I sent the text to Ethan as Marco looked through the images. I'd worked with Marco one other time and I liked him a lot. Based in Milan, he liked classic poses reminiscent of the thirties and forties. "You are magnificent in these, bella," Marco told me with that beautiful Italian purr. "The camera is your friend."/ "It was nice. Thank you, Marco."I still had to get ready and headed for the dressing room. I tried not to fuss over my appearance, but Ethan was so damned handsome. I was just... më. I knew I had a decent figure. I kept it that way, and my body was my livelihood at the moment, so I took care of myself. And I'd had plenty of attention from boys growing up. Too much attention. But I wasn't beautiful. I had long, straight, light brown hair, nothing special. My eyes were probably the most unique thing about me. The color was odd-sort of a mixture of brown, gray, blue and green. I'd never known what to put on my driver's license back home. I went with brown.I opened my bag an
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 bles
"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