JACE-2(Lane Brothers, Book 3)(209)

“Come on!” she cried with excitement. “Aunty Mabel’s made scones.”

As Thomas was dragged inside by his supposedly reformed sister, Sasha had a feeling that the trip to England wasn’t going to be as idyllic as she’d originally thought.





Chapter Thirty Two



The guests were introduced to Aunty Mabel—a rotund woman with perfectly coiffed hair and a pearl necklace—and Nina, the maid. Oh, and a bloodhound, Gertrude. Then Nina showed each guest to the room they’d be staying in. Last of all, she guided Sasha to hers. It was a beautiful room that was filled with dark wood and green drapery. There was an amazing view across the grounds. Aunty Mabel’s house was almost more decadent than Thomas’s glass-fronted mansion.

“Thank you, Nina,” Sasha said as the young woman placed her bags in the room and left.

“Dinner will be served in half an hour,” Nina said. “Just come down when you’re ready.”

Sasha decided to freshen up. She still had wine on her feet from when Thomas has spilled it while fucking her. She went into the en suite and washed, feeling happy and rejuvenated for the first time in a long time. She dressed in a daring black leather mini-dress, one of the one’s Amore had given to her. She knew how much it had turned Thomas on when he’d seen her in all those sheer tops and black leather.

She looked for a hair dryer and found it in one of the drawers. However, her hand hovered over it. Then, she shut the drawer again. Thomas had a wet hair fetish. When they’d been on the island together, the sight of her wet body emerging from a swimming pool had turned him on so much he hadn’t been able to resist her. It would serve him right for pretending like nothing had happened between them on the plane...

She smiled to herself and skipped from her room. The stairs were wide and sweeping, like something from a movie. She found the dining room and saw that her mom and Aunty Mabel were already seated, chatting away with Olivia—who was sat on her knees in front of a roaring fire, stroking Gertrude, the bloodhound. Sasha realized it was the first time in a long time she’d see her mom looking so relaxed and carefree. This trip would do them both good.

Thomas came into the dining room. He took one look at Sasha, then his eyes blazed with desire.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” he whispered in her ear, his fingers lightly pressing the small of her back.

“Doing what?” Sasha asked innocently. “You mean my wet hair? I just couldn’t find a hair dryer.”

“A likely story,” Thomas said with a twitch of a smile on his lips. Then, under his breath, he whispered, “Game on, intern.”

Sasha bit her lip as a thrill of anticipation pulsed through her.

Thomas held a chair for each of the women, placing Sasha directly opposite him. Before he had a chance to make the first move, she slipped her shoe off and rubbed her foot slowly up the inside of his leg. She saw Thomas shift in his seat, but otherwise, he made no external indication that he was being aroused by a game of footsie beneath the tablecloth.

Nina came in from the kitchen with a huge silver bowl filled with tomato soup, which she placed in the center before ladling some into each of the bowls. Sasha thanked her and began to eat.

She took her first sip of the soup, her eyes locking on Thomas as she did so. Still looking at Thomas, she licked the back of the spoon slowly. His jaw clenched.

“This is divine, Aunty Mabel,” Olivia said.

“Hmm,” Sasha replied. “It really is. What do you think Thomas?”

She slid her foot up to his lap and rested it on his cock, finding that it was hard beneath her foot. She rubbed her foot up and down, feeling Thomas strain beneath her.

Thomas’s eyes flashed with mischief. “It’s a touch hot if you ask me.”

Aunty Mabel looked up. “You are a little red in the face. Maybe Nina put in more chilly than normal.”

Sasha narrowed her eyes and pressed her foot down. Thomas bit his bottom lip.

“Leave it if you don’t like it,” Aunty Mabel said. “There’s plenty more you can eat.”

“Perhaps I will,” Thomas said.

He pushed his bowl away but deliberately too hard. The contents spewed across the tabletop towards Sasha. She leaped up just in time.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry,” Thomas said. “You’ll have to come and sit on the corner here next to me.”

Sasha caught the glint in his eye, as she moved her chair around. The moment she sat down, he reached his hand under her skirt and slid his fingers inside of her. Sasha’s eyes widened with surprise and she gasped.

“Did you get a chili, too, dear?” Aunty Mabel said.

“Uh huh,” Sasha replied breathlessly.