Once we parted ways, I examined my temporary room. It was stunning. Something about it was familiar, but at the same time it was different. The bedspread was a pretty pink. I wondered if this is the room he used for his female guests, that way they could just make their way to his room or vice versa without anyone any the wiser. I walked to the closet, and it was loaded. Instantly I was furious. It dawned on me what position he wanted me to fill. He was expecting me to be his mistress. I rushed out of the room only to be stopped by Gage who was standing guard outside the door.
“What’s wrong, Catherine?” He placed his hands on my arms to halt my angry departure.
“I’m not going to be his whore. When I said I’d do anything, I didn’t mean I would fuck him for money,” I hissed.
“Calm down, Catherine. Hunter wouldn’t pay to have sex with you.”
“Then what’s with all those clothes purchased and in my size?” I asked, daring him to come up with some crazy story.
“Those clothes in the closet were brought here this morning. Chloe added them from the resort so you could try what we were going to have in the shop. My brother wouldn’t disrespect you like that,” he informed me.
I took a deep breath and realized that I let a tear leak out my eye. Gage wiped it from my cheek. “Hunter wouldn’t do anything to ever hurt you,” he said softly.
“Thank you, Gage. You can be really nice when you actually speak. Goodnight.” I ashamedly walked back to my room and looked back into the closet. I was going through the clothes when I saw it. There was the nightgown. It was here. Could my dreams have been a premonition? No that was silly.
I walked into my personal bathroom and took a fast shower. For some reason I was worried that he was nearby. It would be embarrassing if he saw me naked. I wasn’t comfortable with my curvy short figure. I had a little bit of extra weight on my thighs and hips. My shoulders were a little broad for a girl, and my tummy was completely flat. It wasn’t the figure he was probably used to. If he was the man in my dreams, he knew how to please a woman, so he probably had better taste. I could see him liking someone like his sister. She was gorgeous, with a banging body, and I felt like a blimp next to her.
Once in the bedroom, I pulled out my puppy pajamas. They suddenly looked childish, and I kept looking to the closet. The pink silky nightgown was calling to me. It was so pretty and every night I lived a fantasy while wearing it. I couldn’t help but put it on. It was a perfect fit. I looked in the mirror and felt sexy.
I climbed into the bed and it felt amazing. It was like I was laying on a cloud. I closed my eyes thinking I’d dream of him tonight. What would happen once we met? Would it be like my dream? Hell, his room probably looked nothing like my dreams. I sat up in the bed unable to sleep because I took a long nap earlier. My mind raced with an eager interest in seeing his room.
Jumping out of bed, I rushed to the door, testing to see if it was unlocked and bingo, it was unlocked. I opened it up and stepped into the darken bedroom. The moonlight illuminated the bed only. It was a massive bed with an even bigger frame His sheets were just like my dream. With a giggle, I saw his shirt sitting on the chair near the door. I rolled my eyes, and said to myself, “Men, he wasn’t even here and he left a mess.”
Unable to stop myself, I lifted the shirt to my nose, inhaling his scent. There was a hint of cologne, but it was his natural scent that kept me sniffing. This was stupid. If he came home early and saw me in his room, what excuse could I use? Sorry, I’ve been dreaming of you and this room, just wanted to see if you would come to me and worship my body the way you do every night.
I looked down at his bed, and it was inviting as it was every night. Curiosity killed the cat, and yet, I wanted to feel the sheets, so I laid down. Closing my eyes, I could feel the dream again as if it was real. I opened my eyes expecting to see him in the doorway, and I wasn’t disappointed.
“This must be a dream,” I said as I looked at Hunter. It was so nice to put a name to my dream lover.
Chapter 4—Hunter
I was nearing the house, and I could smell her. Inhaling deeply, I took in her scent and memorized it. As of tonight, this was the last time she would smell only of herself; tomorrow she’d be covered with my scent, alerting everyone to her status as my mate.
I took in her scent again and Gage’s, too. With a low growl, I let him know I was near. I wanted to rush into the house, shedding my human skin and tear at him. She was too close to my brother. The only thing that stopped me was when I heard his words to her. It pleased me to hear him defend me, except that I could tell her touched her.