Page 115 of Chandelier Enthralled
I gave her a nod.
“You must think of her every time you look out there.”
“I do.”
She started to say something else and then shook her head.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked. “Hungry?”
“I’m fine.”
“Warm enough?”
She nodded. “You have one of those old-fashioned tubs. I love them.”
It was an antique clawfoot tub, with graceful curves and intricate metal feet, its porcelain surface gleaming.
I hadn’t let Amelia use it.
Because that had beenherroom. The woman who rarely visited, but when she did, the sun would always shine. Such a long time ago now.
“Let’s pretend the last few hours never happened.” Willa smirked and it looked adorable.
“Do you mean what you saw? Or the fact I had a front-row seat to your voyeurism?”
“Do you have to put it like that?” She blushed wildly. “You really are kinky.”
I wanted to open my arms to her and have her fall against my chest, wanted to lift the hem of my shirt and trace a finger over her delicate folds, exploring her. I imagined lifting Willa up and setting her on the central island, nudging her back, spreading her legs and leaning in to taste her pussy, devouring it completely as she writhed and screamed in my kitchen.
But instead, I said, “You navigate this world with a sense of entitlement.”
Her smile faded, and it hurt me to hurt her.
Fuck.
Why did she have this effect on me, making me want her when I knew that she was forbidden fruit?
She raised her chin. “Tea?”
“Sure.”
She moved past me and began opening cupboards. I pointed to where I kept my packets of Cole Tea, and she nodded with approval. Of course, it had to be her brand or nothing at all.
She beamed. “You have excellent taste.”
“I do.” She didn’t need to know I meant her.
Willa broke down my defenses too easily, left me captivated, entranced by her in a way that had me forgetting to keep up my guard. I was undeniably drawn to her, lost in the pull of her presence.
But then again, any man would be—but most would know she was an impossible match. Willa reflected the elegance reminiscent of female icons who captivated everyone with their effortless charm.
“I can make it for you,” I said.
She waved a hand. “No, I’ll make it. Remember, my entitled tushy comes from an extensive line of tea connoisseurs.”
“I remember.”
She paused for a beat and then gave a nod of resignation, as though reminded that those around her would never forget her dynastic roots.
