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Chapter 21: A dinner in disguise
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Winning Her Back Chapter 23: Afterglow and shadows
The sun shone through the gossamer drapes in delicate, gold stripes. I lay beneath the white blanket, tracing invisible patterns on the ceiling as my mind replayed last night's stolen kisses and naughty moments on the balcony. Ethan's arms around me, the weight of his lips at the base of my neck, the throb of his breathing identical to mine, each memory ignited a searing blush down my body.Aside from the heat still smoldering under my skin, panic started building quietly within my chest. To lay here, next to an empty pillow and untucked bed, was at once a relief and a betrayal. Relief that I could hold on to the memory intact, and betrayal because he wasn't there. My fingers ached to trace the line of his jaw, to have his hand on the small of my back. Instead, I slipped off the bed and wrapped my robe around me, resolved to flee from the silence too near to bear.I stalked along the hall, by the closed door of his study, where once I had dreamed of surprising him with breakfast, or a
Winning Her Back Chapter 22: The birthday dinner
Ethan's POVFinally, it was the night, and the unease of the dinner party hung in the air. I had prepared every detail to have tonight go well, each minute counted. The one that I could never prepare for was seeing Lila wearing the dress that I had chosen out for her.The gown was silky, sensual, everything I wanted her to be in my head. It was a deep, midnight blue that radiated in the light, the fabric hugging her contours in the most flattering way. I had been considering her when I picked it.She had been apprehensive about what to wear, not knowing what the birthday dinner we were soon to have was like. But when she entered the room, the instant she stepped into that dress, I knew I had made the right choice.The moment I stood in front of her, when she emerged from the room, my cock hardened instantly at seeing her perfect curve, and the slit that showed her beautiful long legs. It was all inside me that kept me from showing the surprise in my eyes. Lila was a beauty. She was th
Winning Her Back Chapter 21: A dinner in disguise
The golden sun of the afternoon bathed Mrs. Blackwell's room in gold, blurring furniture lines and throwing a halo about the fresh lilies on her bedside table. Ethan and I arrived together in synchrony, each of us with a tray. The lavender-scented air, and beneath it, the undertone thrum of privilege and the subtle musk of Mrs. Blackwell's signature sandalwood candle burning on the bedside table.As we came in, Mrs. Blackwell was just ending a conversation on the phone, her smooth voice still echoing in the room: "Yes, dear. I'll rest now." She put her phone down gently and smiled at us, a look of victory and relief."Perfect timing, my dears," she cooed, smiling. "Put the soup and chicken here."Ethan placed the tureen delicately on a gilded tray stand, steam rising in languid circles. I put the plates of sautéed chicken and steamed vegetables on the bedside table, pale green of asparagus and blush color of carrots a pleasant contrast to snow‐white china.Mrs. Blackwell settled back
Winning Her Back Chapter 20: Culinary collaboration
Morning light filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm honey glow through the canopy above my bed. I remained still there for what felt like an endlessly long period of time, savoring the silence, until I noticed the sheet beside me was cold and empty. My heart hurt at the absence of Ethan's warmth. We'd been sleeping in the same bed on his mother's insistence and it was a bit funny how I had gotten so used to it as if we’d been doing it for years not days. The house was abnormally still. Even at dawn typically, I'd hear the distant shuffling of slippers on marble or the jingle of a china teacup being set down in the library. Today: nothing.I flung my legs over the bed and yanked back the covers, then I walked over the thick carpet in my silk pajamas to the door and slowly opened it. The hallway was dark, the thick curtains at the far end were still closed. Nobody stirred.I descended the formal staircase, my heart racing. The house soaked up my footsteps, and I found myself
Winning Her Back Chapter 19: Blooming desire
Morning sunlight waved through the lace curtains in gentle gold ribbons, and I lay tangled in the cool cotton sheets, my cheek sunk into the firm face of my pillow. There was something so comforting about its unbending support that I'd never comprehended the appeal of downy feathers. I breathed in deeply, enjoying the cool linen scent, lavender scented laundry soap mingled with the faint musk of my own sleep-warm skin.There was a low, guttural moan behind me, and my heart stalled in abrupt anticipation. I rolled, pillow still cradling my cheek, and a hand insinuated itself around my waist. I was drawn back before I was even aware, held flush against a warm, wide chest."Ethan?" My voice was a surprised whisper.His warm, rough breath brushed against the back of my neck. "Good morning," he whispered, his lips trailing down the back of my neck in soft, tickly brushes. The roughness of his voice sent a shiver of desire down my back.My heart thudded beneath his cotton shirt as he place
Winning Her Back Chapter 18: Wardrobe intrusion
Golden light from the stained-glass poured across the ruby and gold striped marble floor as I stood side by side with Ethan in the large foyer. My heart thudded against my ribcage like a bird in a cage. After all we'd been through, feverish nights, whispered secrets, reluctant recognitions, today we'd face his mother together.The door creaked ajar on a perfumed burst of hot lilac air. There she stood, Mrs. Blackwell in her silk housecoat, the light lavender fabric matching my own attire. Her silver hair was held back by a single pearl comb; her eyes shone with equal amounts of relief and reproof."Darling!" she exclaimed, moving towards him. Ethan overshot her ground in two quick pummels and clamped her in a gentle hug. Their relaxed closeness testified to years of family bond."Mother," he whispered, as she stood checking every part of his body as if he had physical injuries. Mrs. Blackwell turned to me with a radiant smile. “Lila, sweetheart, how are you?” Her gaze swept over my l
Winning Her Back Chapter 17: Matriarch’s arrival
It was Ethan's mother."Hello?" I breathed."Lila, sweetheart," a soft familiar voice spoke. My heart turned over. "It's your mother-in-law.""Why in the world didn't either of you think to call me when Ethan became ill?" Her voice was crisp but with an undertone of anxiety.I swallowed. "He didn’t want you to worry so he told me not to say anything.""Nonsense!" she exclaimed, and I felt positive that she was putting a silk house coat on. "Do you realize how long I’ve been worrying over that boy? I would worry anyway!"I was blush-red with embarrassment and gratitude simultaneously. "I apologize. He's okay now, and under strict bed rest for a few days.""Good." She let out a breath, her tone eased by relief. "I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to spend a few days to see with my own eyes that he is fine, no matter what Ethan has to say about it.""Of course," I managed to mutter out, my heart racing at the thought of her being here, and her observant eye. "We'll look forward
Winning Her Back Chapter 16: Bound by morning light
The click of my heels on the marble floor was the only sound in the air as I carried the breakfast tray up the stairs. Two days of strict bed rest had indeed worked as Ethan's cheekbones were less hollow now, a flush back in his lips, and this morning he'd asked for juice instead of water, a win. My heart skipped a beat as I hovered outside his bedroom door.I stood there, my own heart pounding, and took a deep breath before lightly knocking. Inside, all was silent apart from the muted whine of the humidifier. I swung open the door to find Ethan already awake, curled in over pillows, his covers pushed back to his waist. His gaze met mine in dark, troubled stare, a gaze that had pursued me through dreams and, more recently, in frantic fantasy.“Good morning,” I whispered, my voice trembling in a mix of relief and excitement.He formed a slow, exhausted smile that jolted through my chest. "Morning."I set the tray on the small table beside his bed. On the tray was a flute of freshly squ
Winning Her Back Chapter 15: Fevered touches
I stood in Ethan's doorway watching Dr. Morales place his notepad on the bed. Linen drapes filtered late-morning sunlight that poured into the room, lighting it in gentle, subdued colors, a haven of peace in the wake of yesterday's storm.“Mr. Blackwell's vitals are normal," Dr. Morales said briefly, reassuringly. He took the stethoscope off his neck and looked at me. "He overworked himself to the point where his body broke down. The fever that put him out is an eye-opener. He's going to have to have strict bed rest for the rest of the week, no work, no stress. Okay?”I nodded, a wave of relief washing over me. "No problem. I'll make sure he gets adequate rest."Dr. Morales smiled at me warmly. "Keep him hydrated, take his temperature twice a day, and page me if there's a change. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow."He stowed his medical bag and continued on, leaving silence behind him. I shut the door carefully and stepped inside.Ethan lay half-submerged in the duvet, chest rising an
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