But would she be?
The buzz coming from the floor pulled me from my thoughts. I knew it wasn’t Elena’s phone. That was still in her purse, and none of the people who had that number would be calling her now.
Gently moving my arm from underneath her, I climbed out of bed and waited a moment, conscious that she needed her rest. When I was satisfied she wouldn’t wake, I searched the floor for my pants, the buzzing continuing somewhere left of the bed. I found them and pulled my phone from the front pocket. It was a text message. Seeing the name on the screen, I groaned.
Elena grunted and turned over in her sleep. Moving quickly, I tugged on my boxers, stepping out the door and quietly shutting it behind me to head downstairs to my office. Before I opened the message I poured myself a drink, taking a large swig that burned going down, bringing a sense of calm with it.
My back hit the couch and I pulled up the text. The quicker I answered, the sooner I could be back in bed.
Dominic: I have tickets for the game tomorrow night. Wanna go?
Of course the bastard would have some kind of super power; some radar that told him I’d slept with his wife. Remembering the way he’d told her to let me practically rape her anytime I wanted made my blood rush in my ears. My jaw worked itself back and forth as I answered his text with the standard response.
Me: I have the club box that night if you want to give away your tickets and meet me there.
Obviously the fucker had money, but there was no way in hell he was getting anywhere near Elena until my three months were up. She at least deserved that much time. I was tempted to ask how much he had, but I’d find out soon enough. His reply came almost instantly.
Dominic: Perfect. I’ll meet you there.
Whatever he wanted could wait until the meeting. I sent a text to Brock letting him know he’d be working the next night and then my thoughts drifted back to Elena. I had a feeling the woman had never experienced an orgasm in her entire life. The way she lit up for me almost immediately . . .
The thought had my cock twitching. But she hadn’t been the only one affected. My name crossing her lips almost made me come before I got inside of her. Whether or not she’d still be the same feisty woman when she woke up in the morning remained to be seen. If so, the question was: how far could I push her? I could show her a whole new world, open her eyes to sensations the likes of which she’d never seen. But I could only show her and wait for her reaction. I wouldn’t force her to do anything. How much she wanted to participate, I didn’t know.
A million questions swirling through my head, I tossed back the rest of my drink and left the tumbler on the table. I’d get it in the morning if Julia didn’t find it first. Climbing the stairs, I found myself becoming drowsy. Sleep didn’t come easy to me. Having to juggle so many aspects of business—both legitimate and otherwise—meant that my mind was almost constantly occupied, making it hard to switch off. Most nights, I couldn’t wait for the morning.
I opened the door, hoping not to startle her. I could just make out her shape in the darkness. She was curled on her side, her soft brown hair fanning the pillow. Shedding the boxers, I climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over us, excited and nervous about the prospect of spending the entire night with a warm body against me. While not unusual for me to have a woman in my bed, a sleepover was out of the question, the arrangement being purely sexual.
“Ashton.”
I froze, worried I’d woken her, but her eyes remained firmly closed, her words nothing but a murmur—the product of a dream-filled slumber. My heart raced, but as alien a feeling as that was, I was too tired to examine what it meant. Unknowingly, she slid closer, wrapping herself around me until she was contained in my arms again, our limbs a tangled mess, her cheek resting against the left side of my chest. Closing my eyes, I hoped Elena played a starring role in my dreams that night. Thoughts of all the things I planned on doing with her over the next few weeks, floated through my mind and I smiled, gradually drifting off into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 14
Elena
When I woke, something was off. I moved my legs. The sheets weren’t the same as those I’d slept on for the last month. The mattress felt different too—softer.
Ashton’s room.
Memories of the night before filtered through my head. I’d let Ashton touch me, and I now understood what every other woman in the world talked about in regards to sex.
Stretching, I glanced around from the bed, looking for my clothes from the night before, muscles I didn’t know I had were sore, but in the most delicious way. I looked around the room, seeing Ashton’s bedroom properly for the first time. In the days since I arrived, I’d been exploring so I’d known where it was, but never ventured in—not even for a peek while he was out. The room was what could only be described as overtly masculine, the dark color of the woods fitting him perfectly. The chair in the corner had a high back and wide arms, which could easily be used to hold clothes but there was no trace of clutter. The room was immaculate. Not a thing was out of place. He had a housekeeper, but neatness and order were part of who Ashton was so I knew this penchant for tidiness was all him.