Page 17 of The Seductress

She finally turned in my direction and with a quick wave to her friends headed towards me. She showed no hesitation as she got in and leaned over for a kiss. “You’re late.” She teased.

“Sorry sweetheart, I fell a little behind since someone who shall remain nameless interrupted my day most delightfully.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Nope! You can interrupt me anytime you want. Did you need to go anywhere before we head home love?”

“Nope, Martha promised to show me how to make your favorite dish.”

She’s such a surprising mix of wanton and housewife. When she isn’t trying to fuck me to within an inch of my life, she’s playing house. She takes care of me without seeming to, but I notice every little detail. Like the way she puts my clothes away even though we have servants who take care of such things. Or the way she worries if I’m working too hard.

In just a few short weeks she’s fit herself so neatly into my life that it’s hard to remember a time when she wasn’t there. “Martha’s worried you’re going to beat her out of a job sweetheart.”

“No she’s not, we have an agreement. Besides I’m a long way from being the kind of cook she is and she promised to teach me.”

“Okay, as long as there’re no hard feelings. If things change you’ll let me know won’t you?”

“Of course, now stop worrying. Martha knows I’m no threat…” She broke off her sentence and her head swiveled around quickly.

“What is it?” I looked in the rearview to see what it was that had caught her attention.

“Nothing, I must be mistaken.” She didn’t look like she believed her own words so I pressed her.

“What was it that you thought you saw?”

“Jen. I thought I saw her following us.”

I didn’t let on that her words made my blood run cold, but insteadplayed it cool. With my eyes on the mirror checking the cars behind me, I kept a steady speed as I thought of ways to out maneuver her if she tried anything.

There was no point in evading since she knew where my home was and I wasn’t sure I wanted her to know that we were onto her. “Relax sweetheart, just look straight ahead.” She fidgeted around in her seat but I could tell her playful mood was gone.

Reaching over, I took her hand in mine and ran my thumb over her fingers soothingly. “She can’t hurt you baby, I won’t let her. You have nothing to worry about remember?”

She nodded yes, but I could tell she was fighting the urge to look back.

I changed the subject, hitting on the one thing I was sure would get her mind off of her aunt. “So, how are the wedding plans coming along? Have you had anytime to think of what you want yet?” I kept a watchful eye and saw when the car that had been tailing us two cars back veered off. I couldn’t make out the driver.

Just as I thought she was off and running on the topic, her aunt seemingly long forgotten. By the time we pulled through the gates, she was almost kneeling in her seat as she told me about her grand schemes for a wedding fit for a princess. Every girl’s dream!

“It’s not too much is it?”

“Of course not. Nothing’s too much for my baby. Just let me knowwhatever you need and it’s yours.” She hugged my neck hard enough to break it and flew out of the car and up the steps, barely waiting at the top for me to catch up.

Once I reached her, she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the house behind her and up the stairs. “We need a real shower.” That twinkle in her eye said she was after more than me scrubbing her back and I was more than willing to oblige.

After our water sports, it was almost two hours before we made it out of the shower. I was dragging ass while she had caught her second wind and left me to head to the kitchen and her cooking lesson. The damn girl’s gonna be the death of me! I hope not. I hope I have many years to look forward to, and hopefully they will allbe filled with days like this.

I wasn’t interested in work or anything more strenuous than a little light music, but before I could get comfortable my phone buzzed. The readout showed that it was Sam, the man I had on Jen’s tail, and I remembered Ash’s fear that we were being followed.

“What’s up?”

“She’s back in town.”

“How long?”

“Not quite sure. She gave me the slip somehow, must’ve been another way out of that motel she was staying at. I’ve picked her up again though at her place in the city. She’s alone, no sign of him. What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing now, just keep an eye on her. I think she may have followed me from the office today.”

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