Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Charity
My eyes open and I take in everything that happened since I’ve met Rhett. Yesterday was…wonderful. Perfect. The best Christmas ever. I pull myself from his bed and find one of his shirts so I can quickly put it on.
It never occurs to me Rhett might not be in the apartment anymore. I leave the bedroom so I can go looking for him and wince at the ache between my thighs. I'm not used to having them spread so wide for so long. I bet if I was brave enough to look, I would see beard burn going up and down them too.
We didn’t go all the way but what we did do is enough to make my cheeks blaze red and certain parts of my body tingle. Rhett took me to his bedroom when I asked him to teach me about those ‘other places’ and laid me on the bed like I was the most precious thing he ever had his hands on.
He went so slow and asked me every time he did something new. He kissed down my neck and slipped the thin sleeves of my dress from my shoulders so he could reach more of me. He kissed all along my neckline and shoulders and I was in such a pleasure-laced fog I didn’t realize he had pushed up my dress until I felt his mouth through the wet lace of my bra. His breath on me caused me to gasp out loud.
“Oh my God, Barrett!”
“Two perfect places to kiss and nuzzle.” His hands came up to bracket my lace-covered breasts. His full attention was on me and his gaze was so hot it almost burned me. “May I?”
I nodded so fast that I made myself a little dizzy and told myself to relax.
Even the thought of what he did has my breasts tingling now like they are making me aware they miss him. My mind trips back to the sight of his mouth lowering to my breast and the tenseness that invaded my body. But Barrett didn’t dive right in. He ran his face against the curve of my breast and inhaled sharply. He close-mouth kissed his way all around the lace until I was wriggling under him, the tip of my breast so tight and excited under the fabric it was almost painful. I was all but begging him to take the thing off me.
He kissed both sides like that before pushing the lace up and taking both my nipples in between his fingertips. I went from aching to dying in seconds. My breasts felt heavy and tight as he gave both the attention they craved.
I drag my finger along the banister as I wind my way downstairs and think of the orgasm he gave me. I passed out afterward and when I finally opened my eyes, he made sure I understood he wasn’t mad about my nap at all. He fed me and then took me back to bed. This time he showed me where he could kiss me under my dress. His mouth on me and his hands working my body into an orgasm before I could worry about what I looked like, or what I should be worrying about, or what he might be thinking.
He kept me spread wide and wet for him all day and night. And now he’s gone. Maybe out to grab us a meal, or finish something up now that it’s not Christmas. Thankfully I don’t have to be back to work until tomorrow. I can’t help but wonder how that will go now that I know a little more about…oh, crap! I almost said the ‘L’ word.
I go to the kitchen island to see if he left me a note, or I can figure out what he might have left for. No note. No way of knowing why I woke up alone. I end up opening a door that is clearly an office. Is this where Rhett works when he has to work late? What does he do for the company? Will he be alright dating someone who spends all day with kids?
A name catches my attention when I look down at the mess on his desk. I shouldn’t be in here. I shouldn’t be snooping through his things. But the name also has me reaching for the piece of mail. It’s addressed to Rhett…but on the envelope, his whole name is written out. Barrett Cane!
Barrett Cane!
Barrett Cane as in THE Barrett Cane. The man I work for! Holy shit!
I searched for more things with his name on it and sure enough I found a printed copy of an email that has his full name on it and is in fact addressed to the CEO of Cane Inc. There hasn’t been a mistake. The man I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas with…is my boss. My Rhett is Barrett Cane!
Oh God!
What am I going to do? What am I going to say when he comes back? Why didn’t he tell me who he was? Why didn’t he try to figure out if I worked for him?
Unless he didn’t care. Unless I’m not the only one he’s done this to. A sick, acidic feeling rises up in my throat as I try to figure out what to do next. I look around me and everything seems like it’s different. Things I liked before now feel menacing or soured knowing I’m not the only woman he’s taken home. I can't be. Not with how he looks and with what Sarah said about him.
I’m so stupid! No wonder he’s never been photographed with anyone. He pretends to be someone else and never tells them who he really is. Oh my God! Is this how he tells the women to leave? He just disappears on them and stays gone until they leave. The room spins before I reach out and grab his leather chair. The scent of him surrounds me and it clears things up for me. The thing I need to do now…is run!