Page 54 of Creed

“Good morning.” He continued pouring the coffee out of the grinder and into the coffee maker. I was stunned silent. My eyes traveled from those eyes to his beard, over the amazing pecks and a washboard stomach. There were even more scars on his front, but the scariest one was on his stomach. I wasn’t an expert, but I thought for sure it was a stab wound. His shorts hung low, and I got to see that V, oh my God that V! Even his legs were toned and finally his bare feet. Of course he would have sexy feet. I didn’t even know sexy feet existed.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he turned away from me and added water to the coffee maker.

I gulped. “Yeah.” My voice screeched like a boy in puberty. I cleared my throat. “I’m doing fine. You?” I walked over to the counter and leaned on it.

“I took a morning swim, the water was nice, and I hope you drink coffee because I’m told I make the best.” He hit some buttons then turned and looked at me.

“I had some yesterday. It was great, so what’s your secret?”

His eyes were lingering below where I tied my robe, so I looked down and laughed. My robe wasn’t tied right, so he got the full view of my lace panties. “Sorry, I’m not used to covering up at home. I guess I should practice how to tie a robe.” Okay, I needed to smack myself. Needed to practice tying my robe? I couldn’t exactly tell him I wanted a closer look at him and raced down to the kitchen. Not covering up at home? What the hell was wrong with me? My eyes met his and he had one brow lifted.

“I umm…make no sense when I’m tired.” I fixed my robe. “Anyway, what are your plans today?” I pulled myself up and sat on the island counter.

“I umm…” He reached up and ran his hand down his beard as his eyes trailed down my legs. “Well, I guess I umm…” His eyes lifted up to mine. “I have some meetings in a few hours.”

On the surface, I was trying to play it cool, but inside I was begging him to step closer. Maybe let me run my fingers through his wet hair. He was staring at me, and I was staring at him. Imagining what that beard would feel like as his lips traced my skin. He quickly turned and faced the cabinet the coffee maker sat on.

“If you get bored you could visit the community center. Maybe call Stephanie and see what she’s up to today.” He acted busy like he was looking in drawers.

“I was hoping to do some baking and make dinner. Will you be home early enough to have dinner with me? I’ll make pie.” I tried to tempt him.

“Umm… yeah, I have a light day and will probably be home this afternoon.” He reached up for two coffee cups. “How do you like your coffee?”

“A little milk and a little sugar, thank you.” I watched as he walked to the fridge, pulled out the milk, then grabbed the sugar from a cupboard and set it all down by the coffee maker.

“You never answered my question.” I reminded him.

He turned. “I’m sorry, what question?”

I nodded toward the coffee maker. “What’s your secret to such a good cup of coffee?”

He winked at me. Like for real, a sexy as hell wink with a little smile. “It wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you, would it?”

“I guess not.”

His eyes landed on my thighs then my legs. Instant goosebumps. Dammit, my body betrayed me all the time around him. “I need umm…in there.” He pointed at my legs.

Yes, yes you do…

“I need in that drawer.” He was still pointing, and like the idiot I was around him at times, I spread my legs. Spread my legs! Could you believe I was so stupid? I hoped like hell hedidn’t see what other surprise was down there, since I did just start my period. I was so mortified I froze.

He stepped closer, and the feel of his touch when he put his hands on my knees made me take a sharp breath. Please step closer, stand between them and let me feel your kiss. I was ready and willing him to do something! Suddenly, my legs shut, he spun me then lifted my legs, so my feet were on the counter. Gaw! I felt so stupid! He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and turned back toward the coffee. I was so stupid! My hands flew up to hide my red face. I was so embarrassed. How was it that I worked with the hottest leading men in Hollywood but never felt a thing? Not even during sex scenes! No attraction, nothing! The instant I was in the vicinity of Alistair Creed, I was completely at his mercy.

I heard the front door open and suddenly a man was standing in the kitchen. I had to look away because the man looked at me, then my legs and just stood there until Creed stepped between us, blocking my view of the man. Creed turned his head but didn’t turn completely around. “Morgan, get dressed then I will introduce you to Irons.”

He might have given me a command, and I hated men bossing me around, but it was the escape I needed from my embarrassment. I quickly hopped down and walked around them to run upstairs. I did catch a glimpse of the way Creed was looking down at the man, and let’s just say I wouldn’t want Creed to look at me that way. He was as intimidating as hell. I quickly went to my dressing room and picked out a pair of jeans shorts and a camisole then ran to my room. I didn’t exactly take my time because I wanted to meet all of the men Creed trusted enough to give them access to his house. Once I threw on a bra,got dressed, then threw my hair up in a quick ponytail, I made my way back downstairs.

Suspicions

Creed

I sat back in my office chair as I studied her image on my computer screen. My eyes couldn’t quite figure out where to focus. First it was her eyes. There wasn’t enough photo shop to put life in them. I didn’t see an ounce of happiness. She was in a red satin robe, sitting with her arms between her knees to cover up her more private area between her legs. Her hair was a bit messy and was sexy as hell, but the real thing was so much better. I believed the photo was supposed to give her that satisfied after a good fuck glow.

The woman was grieving, facing the fact that she had to build a brand new life, and she was hiding out in my home from not just the paparazzi, but also a dangerous motorcycle gang. Despite all of that, I saw something in those eyes that couldn’t be found in any of her photos. There was a spark in them, something new, and I thought maybe it was the fact that she was finally free. I knew she was scared, but she didn’t know me. That motorcycle gang was less of a worry to me than the paparazzi and psycho fans. If I wanted the Devil’s Rejects ended, all I had to do was snap my fingers.

I’d never forget when we were at the commissary, and she asked how long until she could have a normal life. I didn’t have the heart to say the truth. That it would never happen. I wasn’t sure she fully understood how huge her fame was, and she would never be forgotten. Would anyone ever forget Julia Roberts or Sandra Bullock? Probably not, and Morgan’s natural beauty and the public’s desire for her far surpassed theirs.

A small smile formed on my face when I thought about that morning. She was…well she blushed, and she nervously talked like a teen girl talking to her crush. Damn she was sexy, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw she forgot to close her robe when she tied it. She was wearing a white cropped t-shirt and a pair of white lace panties under that robe. I knew there were bruises on her belly, but I couldn’t focus on those, or a rage might have stirred up in me, so my eyes landed on the panties covering her mound. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and had to turn away to hide my growing erection. I had to act like I couldn’t find something in the drawers just so I had an excuse not to look at her.

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