Page 86 of Perfume Girl
“Did you find it?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“On a shelf where it didn’t belong—where I would never have put it.”
“Did you meet with Anna Rosenthal?”
“No, I had to cancel.”
“Have you ever met with her?’’
Snapping my head around to look at him again I said, “No. Why?”
“Just curious.”
I tried to pull away. “I’m curious about you, too, Mr. Beauregard.”
He crushed me back against his chest. “Why would you say that?”
I was destroyed all the way to my core and this wasn’t me feeling sorry for myself, this was me hurrying up the inevitable.
“I want you to trust me, Raquel.”
“Really, after this?”
Our uncomfortable silence filled the room as an annoying trickle of perspiration snaked down my spine.
“What did the police say?” he asked softly.
“The thief left no trace.”
“Who threw your scale on the floor?”
“The thief, I’m assuming.”
“A personal strike.”
Whether or not the person knew me, I felt violated by their actions. I buried my face in my hands at the thought of a stranger being in my beloved store.
Astor’s strong arms wrapped around me. “Share that thought, Raquel.”
I didn’t speak. My mind and body reeled with confusion. Last night had been one of those too good to be true moments and I wasn’t falling for his charm anymore—or the dashing way he’d saved my life.
“Let me take you again,” his voice was barely a whisper.
“Why?” I asked, staring up at him.
He arched a brow. “Because it’s what my cock wants.”
“Not what you want?”
“It’s attached, so we agree on most things.” He reached low and his fingers trailed along my clit. “Let me apologize for the way I behaved. I’ve upset you.”
I managed a nod and tipped my hips back. He eased into me and as he filled me completely, we rocked as one as though no harsh words had been spoken between us.
I hated that it felt so good.
