Chapter 18
I must be crazy, letting the enemy touch me, make me come in his mouth, with the risk of ending up in his bed. I get back to my room and my body's still buzzing with adrenaline.
No man has ever touched me before, and today I realized how good it feels—the pleasure of someone else's hands on me. I surrendered when I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. The attraction between us is overwhelming. Just feeling his touch on my skin makes me shiver all over.
I'm not sorry, and I confess I wanted much more than just oral—I wanted all of him inside me, to feel his heat, the pulse of his veins. It didn't happen tonight, but if he thinks he's getting away from me, he's dead wrong.
I lie in bed thinking about what happened between us—our kiss, the way he went down on me, how I came.
I shake my head, trying to dismiss those intrusive thoughts that won't leave me alone.
But I need to sleep, so I get up and step into the shower to relax my body, which is still hot and still feeling Owen's hands.
After the shower, I finally manage to relax and drift off.
I wake up the next day to a little girl poking me, and I realize I overslept. Damn. I slowly open my eyes and see little Ellie there, with her beautiful smile, same as every day.
“Good morning, my little one.”
“Good morning, Auntie Li, you didn't wake up today. But Daddy gave me a bath and dressed me. I'm pretty, right?”
She does a little spin for me in her flowered dress and sandals, while I glance toward my bedroom door, which stands open, Owen leaning against the doorframe with a smile on his lips.
“Oh my God, sorry for oversleeping. Yes, my little one, you look wonderful in your new dress. Now Auntie needs to get up—I'll come down soon and meet you guys downstairs.”
“Come on, sweetheart, let Auntie Amy get ready.”
He approaches my bed, gives me that same look from last night, smiles, and leaves with Ellie in his arms. I jump out of bed—how could I oversleep?
Damn, damn. I wash up, grab shorts and a t-shirt from the closet, throw on sneakers, and head downstairs.
They're having breakfast at the island, like we do every day now.
“Overslept, girl?”
Mama asks, and I glance at Owen, who's smiling at me again with that deliciously wicked mouth. Now these thoughts are going to torment me.
“Forgive me, Mama, it won't happen again.”
“Just stop raiding”—he emphasizes that last word—“the fridge in the middle of the night.”
“I'll remember that from now on.” The bastard starts laughing. He was the one who attacked me.
“It's no problem. I was just worried, thinking you weren't feeling well.”
“I'm great, Mama. What I tasted here in the kitchen in the middle of the night was delicious, but it got me all worked up afterward, and I only managed to sleep after a nice cold, relaxing shower.”
I throw his sarcasm right back at him and smile, leaving him flustered in front of Mama, who keeps glancing between the two of us. Could she be suspicious? No, I don't think so.
“Well, I'm heading to the office and then to court. Amélie, remember that I'll be bringing you some work from the office today. I'll explain when I get back.”
“I'll be waiting. Anxiously.”
And then he leaves us there. I finish my coffee and take Ellie—we have some activities to do today—so I go to her room, get everything I need, head back downstairs, and take her out to the garden.
The day is lovely and cool. I sit with her under a tree, give her a drawing to color, and help her with the colors, which she knows perfectly. By the time she starts school, she'll already know how to do so many things.
We stay there for a while until Mama calls us for lunch, and as always, we all eat together.
I put Ellie in her chair and sit next to her and Marcus, who reaches over to mess up my hair—he's always doing stuff like that.
We've become friends. I used to feel so alone in this house, and at night I'd sit in the garden.
He did the same, so we ended up bonding.
After lunch, I put Ellie down for a little rest, and while she sleeps, I take the opportunity to call Arianna, who answers on the second ring.
“Hey, girl, I miss you so much! Ever since you started working for the hot judge, you forgot about your friends.”
“We kissed last night and he made me come.”
I just blurt it all out, like it's the most natural thing in the world and I do this all the time—but if I didn't say it like that, I'd never tell my friend.
“I knew this was going to happen.”
“What do you mean, you knew?”
“Girl, you're totally falling for him. You just didn't throw yourself at him before because of this whole revenge thing.”
“I can't forget that detail when I see him today.”
“Stop it, Amy. Just go for it, let things happen. If you're both into each other, nothing's going to get in the way.”
“But you know why I'm here. I'm going to feel guilty after jumping into his bed.”
“Think of it this way—it'll be easier to get what you want. You want him. You're hot for him. I can hear it in your voice when you talk about him.”
“Last night, he attacked me in the kitchen. I'm never wearing that nightgown you gave me again.”
All I hear is my friend cracking up on the other end, laughing at my misery—she definitely gave me that nightgown on purpose.
“So it really worked.”
“I knew it. You wouldn’t give me a nightgown like that without a reason.”
“Of course not. The judge is a mature man, you’re beautiful, you have a perfect body—once you put it on, he was bound to pounce on you.”
“Didn’t you ever think it could go the other way? That he might never be interested in me? After all, I’m just an inexperienced girl next to him.”
“Do you really think he’d never be into you? Especially once he got to know you? Any man would want you, especially after living under the same roof for so long.”
“Well, I thought so. Even though I’ve noticed some looks from him, I never thought he’d want to be with a virgin. Maybe it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing.”
“Tell me about it later, after you two see each other tonight.”
We talked for a while longer until I said goodbye, and that subject kept rattling around in my head until evening, when he arrived and called me to his office. I have to admit, I was wondering if he was really into me, since I’m just a plain twenty-year-old virgin.