Page 16 of Sharing Her Heart

Shaking her head to get rid of the memories, she quickly put the clothes on. They fit her perfectly, and she walked out of the room and onto a large hallway that stretched out in both directions. Felicity tried to remember where Nathan had takenher when he carried her in from the studio, but all that came to mind was how dainty and little she’d felt in his big, strong arms.

Picking one direction, she headed down the hallway, hoping to find some stairs. The more she remembered of last night, the more mortified she felt, and it would not be long now before she simply expired on the spot from the embarrassment. Felicity would prefer to be in her home when that happened. She’d embarrassed herself enough in this house to last several lifetimes.

She scored her first victory when she found the stairs at the end of the hallway and held the ornate balustrade as she made her way down the steps. Just before she turned the corner, she heard John’s voice coming from downstairs. It was low and muted, but it still did something to her. Stirred up memories of that same voice teasing and instructing her, ordering and demanding nothing but pleasure from her.

Felicity froze, not sure she could face the two men after what she’d let them do to her. It would have been bad enough if she’d only had sex with one of them. Instead, she’d let the both of them have their way with her. Surrendered to their charm and influence. And it was the best damn night of her life.

There was no point running away. She would have to face them sooner or later, and the faster she did, the faster she could get her clothes and leave. Taking a deep breath, she continued down the steps until the dining room came into view.

Nathan and John were seated at opposite ends of the table, the former reading from a newspaper with a glass perched on the bridge of his nose. John was drinking from a cup of coffee when he saw her, and his eyes immediately grew bright, his lips curving in a warm smile.

“There you are,” he said, setting his coffee down. “I was wondering how much longer you were going to remain in bed.”

Felicity froze, not sure how to respond to that. What did one say when they were facing the two men who had made her come multiple times with nothing but hands, mouth, lips, tongues, and the sound of their voice?

“Come on,” John continued, not caring that she’d said nothing. “Come, sit and eat breakfast,” he said, waving her forward. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I had the cook make a bunch of stuff.”

Felicity stared at the food on the table and heard her stomach rumble. It was a king’s feast. There were boiled and scrambled eggs, waffles, pancakes, and bacon. There were croissants, fresh fruit, and an assortment of pastries that looked like they’d come straight from a French bakery. Jars of honey, jam, and whipped butter sat beside a basket of warm bread. A platter of smoked salmon and cream cheese caught her eye, along with a steaming pot of freshly brewed coffee and pitchers of orange juice and what looked like freshly squeezed grapefruit juice.

Her stomach rumbled again, louder this time, betraying her hunger. It was impossible to ignore the enticing smells wafting from the table. But even as her mouth watered at the sight, a knot of anxiety twisted in her gut. How could she sit here and enjoy breakfast like nothing had happened?

She cleared her throat and slowly shook her head. “Actually, I was thinking it’s better if I get going as soon as possible. I have book reports to grade…”

“Nonsense!” Nathan said, raising his head from his paper and scowling at her. With his glass perched on his nose like that, he looked like a principal reprimanding an errant schoolgirl… or a father scolding his daughter. It would be funny if Felicity forgot just how many times he’d called her his little girl and how her pussy had creamed at the sound of those words. “You’re going to sit down and eat breakfast.”

Even now, she could already feel the faint stirrings of her arousal, and Felicity wondered if she’d suddenly gotten a new kink. “It’s fine,” she insisted, her cheeks growing red. “I’m not that hungry.”

“It wasn’t a request, missy,” Nathan retorted, his gaze going dark, and she wondered what he would do if she defied him. The possibilities sent a shiver down her spine, not from fear but anticipation. “You’re going to sit down and have breakfast.”

“Easy now,” John said gently as he played peacemaker. “But he’s right, Felicity. You need to eat something.” He got up and pulled out a chair for her. “Trust me, you’ll feel better after you eat.”

She thought about it and had to admit he was right. She was famished, and the food looked amazing. It would be a shame to leave without having some. Besides, there was no way she would pass up on a chance to eat breakfast with her two favorite idols. Felicity stepped forward, thanking John for holding her chair as she sat down.

John poured orange juice in a glass and handed it to her without saying a word. Felicity collected it from him, only then realizing just how thirsty she was.

“Thanks,” she said to him.

He gave her a curt nod before returning to his newspaper.

“Looks like those fit you perfectly,” John said as he picked up a plate and began piling food on it. “I saw a stain on your dress and sent it to be laundered. It should be ready any minute now.”

“Okay,” Felicity said with relief.

“You’re welcome.” John dropped the plate of food in front of her and returned to his chair. “The driver is waiting to take you home whenever you’re finished eating.”

Felicity was already wolfing down her food and had to stop to nod her head in response. “Got it.”

“Slow down,” Nathan warned, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. “The food isn’t going anywhere.”

“I know that,” Felicity retorted, unable to help the snark in her voice.

“Then act like you do,” he replied, moving the paper to the side to give his full gaze.

For a moment, Felicity got the urge to stick out her tongue at him. She was not a big fan of being treated like a child, but somehow, the more he provoked her, the more it made her want to act like one.

John reached beside him for the book he had been reading, and Felicity gasped when she saw the front of the hard-covered book.

“Is thatThe Lamplighter?”

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