Dirty Seduction

I shake my head. “I should’ve set the ground rules earlier. It would’ve kept her safe.” I laugh a sad laugh. “Should’ve, could’ve. Didn’t.” “She didn’t let you?”

“Louisa was reckless, right from the beginning. Rebellious. Addicted to the highs of her earlier life, even if she despised the lows. She’d say not, but it was in her soul, that sense of devilment.”

“Rebellious,” she repeats, then lets out a little laugh. “Then we’re not so similar at all. I barely even cross the road without a green light. Not unless Kelly Anne is involved.”

“Kelly Anne needs someone to show her a firm hand, Laine. Teach the girl to be a lot more considerate of others. She’ll get herself into trouble one day.” I pause. “Only now she won’t be dragging you into trouble’s path along with her. I won’t allow it.”

I wait for a reaction, for any sign of backlash, but none comes.

“Thanks,” she says. “For caring. It’s nice.”

I smile. “See if you still think that when you break one of the ground rules.”

Her expression doesn’t change, and I’m sure the implication has sailed over her head. “I won’t break them.” She grins. “I’ll be good.”

“That’s my girl.” I finish up peeling the carrots. “You may well find me a little overprotective in time, Laine, but it’ll be for your good.” “I know,” she says. “I trust you.” At least one of us does. I start on the parsnips.

LAINE

NICK can cook. But that figures.

Nick can do everything.

I eat up my chicken and vegetables, and it’s all just perfect, just the way I like it. I never want to go back to microwave meals and pasta again.

I never want to go back to any of it.

My heart feels tender at the thought of poor little Jane. A horrible sickness, as though it’s too big a pain to understand. And I suppose it is.

They say it’s the worst pain on earth, losing a child, and my heart wants to reach out and hold Nick tight and never let him go.

I just don’t understand why Louisa wouldn’t want Nick to keep her safe. It’s all I want.

That’s a lie.

I want much more than that.

I want everything. Just like she had. Only more. I want all of it, every bit of his love, and his care, and his ground rules.

I’ll give him all of my heart right back.

I eat up every bit of food on my plate and thank him for my meal. He tells me it’s nice to have someone to cook for.

I tell him I’ll cook for him one day. I tell him I can make a mean macaroni cheese. He tells me that’ll be nice.

Somehow I don’t think I’ll be cooking for Nick anytime soon, but that’s ok.

It’s so easy to float around in my happy little bubble around him. So easy to care for. So easy to feel young and silly and small.

So easy to feel loved.

“Are you ok?” he asks. “You seem someplace else.”

“Just thinking.”

“Penny for them?”

I want to tell him that I love the salt and pepper at his temples, and and the strength in his jawline. I want to tell him that I love his gentle smile and the way he felt in bed last night.

I don’t.

“I feel floaty. Like this is a dream.”

“Me too,” he says. “It’s such a pleasure to find that life still has magic in it. It’s been a while.”

“It feels like fate, doesn’t it?”

He laughs. “Yes, Laine. It does. Maybe you’ll have to read those horoscopes.”

I clear up the dinner plates before he can stop me, and load them into the dishwasher as he watches. I’m putting the cutlery into the tray as he steps up behind me, and his arms snake around my waist as he talks me through the washer settings.

Full cycle, half cycle, quick rinse.

I tell him I’ve got it, and press it to start.

I feel a pang of loss as he steps away.

He grabs his briefcase and sets out his laptop on the table. “Do you have homework? I’ve some reports to finish up if you want to work alongside me.”

I don’t have anything outstanding but tell him I gathered up and set myself up opposite him, tanandahandeder my notes from class, making myself out to be the diligent little student. It’s not that far out. A swat, Kelly Anne calls me.

I listen to his fingers on the keyboard, taking care only to risk fleeting glances in his direction as he concentrates. His brow is firm. Serious. This must be work, Nick. Professional Nick.

I scribble down notes alongside my notes, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s staring at me.

“You have lovely handwriting,” he comments. “Very neat.”

My cheeks burn with a lovely warm feeling. “Thanks.”

He reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out a pen. “Try this one. I find it writes well.”

He’s right, as always. The pen glides across the paper like a dream, glinting in the light like a silver bullet. I swirl my letters, making them just so, hoping he’ll comment again when he surprises me with a curveball.

“I’m too old for you,” he says quietly.

My heart pounds. My throat was dry and crackly. “Or I’m too young for you.

That’s what you mean, isn’t it?”

“No,” he says. “It isn’t. I’m thinking of you, not me.” He sighs, and IBelonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

hate the sound. “I said we needed to talk about how things are going to be, and I’ve been thinking, Laine, I’ve been thinking a lot. I’ve been thinking here, looking at you right now, looking at the sweet girl with the pretty handwriting and the beautiful smile, and wondering whether I can make her mine. Wondering whether I could be so selfish.”

I can’t bring myself to look at him, so I turn the pen over and over in my hands. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the only one I want. How can that be selfish?”

“You’re young,” he says, and his voice is so calm. “You’re beautiful, Laine. Kind and charming and gracious. You’ll meet someone your age, someone exciting, someone who’ll knock you off your feet.” His pause seems to take forever. “I’ll still be here. Still be taking care of you, for as long as you need it, and even when you don’t.”

I have to summon up the courage to speak, forcing my crackled words out through my dry throat. “You excite me. You knock me off my feet. I can’t even breathe sometimes… because I want… I want…” “Laine…” he begins, but I shake my head.

“I watched you in the shower and I liked it. And last night, on the landing… when you…”

“When I lost control…”

“It felt amazing.” I take a breath. “Please, Nick. Please don’t stop this.

Last night… I want that… I want more of that…”

He stares at me. “You’ve never been with a man before, Laine, How do you know you’re ready?”

I laugh, but he doesn’t. “I’m ready. I’m the oldest virgin I know. A regular spinster.”

“You’ve never come close, not with anyone?”

I shake my head. “There’s never been anyone worth getting close to.

Just idiots. Normally drunk idiots at that. The Kelly Anne effect.”

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders for such a sweet little thing,

Laine.”

“I might not be cool and streetwise like Kelly is, but I know what I want, Nick. I know what’s right, and what’s not right. I know what’s dumb, and what’s safe, and how to get through life without getting into too much trouble.” My words stall as I remember him grabbing hold of me in the rain.

“Well… usually… that night was…”

“Dangerous,” he says. “It was dangerous.”

“I should’ve been more careful.” I try to keep my voice firm, try to sound so much more in control than I feel. “I’m usually more careful. I guess with Mum away, Kelly Anne was the only… I wanted to have fun…”

“It was your eighteenth. If there’s a night for recklessness I imagine your eighteenth birthday is going to feature pretty highly on the list.” He sighs. “It wasn’t your fault, Laine.”

“Even so,” I say. “I was lucky.”

“No,” he tells me and reaches across the table. I drop his lovely pen and take his hand, and those butterflies start their fluttering. “I was lucky.”

“Fate,” I whisper. “Like we said.”

“And what do you think fate has in store for us, Laine?” His eyes are so fierce. Dark like treacle as they stare into mine.

“Everything.” My voice is light, like air. “I think fate wants us to be everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

Tense. It’s so tense. His eyes were so serious and his jaw so hard. I can feel him thinking, feel him teetering on the edge, and I want to pull him over, pull him to me.

Please. Please, please, please.

I’ve never wanted anything so bad.

He squeezes my hand. “We’ll take it slow,” he says. “You can change your mind at any time, but be sure. Be sure you want this before we’re both in too deep to get out.”

“You mean we can… you’ll be my…”

“Everything,” he says. “If that’s what you want.”

I can’t stop smiling. “I want that. I want everything. I won’t change my mind. Not ever.”

I worry I’ve overstepped the line, but he smiles back, and my heart soars.

“This can’t have any impact on the ground rules, Laine. How we are together, it doesn’t make any difference, you’ll still be in my care.”

“It won’t make a difference, I promise. I don’t want it to, I like the ground rules.”

His eyes sparkle, and he looks so strong again. There’s that something primal underneath his cool, and I’m there on the landing again, in bed with his hardness against my ass…

He pulls his hand from mine and closes his laptop.

“In that case, I think it’s bedtime,” he says. “Let’s start starting slowly.”