Felicity Heaton In Heat

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Kim nodded and then frowned.
"The... she said and pointed in the direction the panther had gone.
"He's quite harmless. The woman gave her another broad smile. This way please. I'm sure Mr.
Blackwell will be along shortly to join you. I thought breakfast on the patio would be nice."
Kim noticed the white iron table that was sitting off to one side, fully in the sunshine. Beside it in the
shade was another table, like a trolley, this one spread with food and various drinks.
Following the woman, she smiled gratefully as sat down at the table and was poured a cup of tea. She
sipped it absentmindedly, her thoughts still with the panther. Where had it gone? Did it live in the maze?
She made a mental note not to go in there alone.
The woman wheeled the trolley of food so it was nearer to her, said something and left.
She didn't watch her walk away, instead she took a small plate and a croissant off the trolley. She
picked at it while staring at the garden. This place was amazing. She couldn't imagine living somewhere
like this. She'd never want to leave it. The city seemed so stuffy and horrible compared to this. Here the
air was fresh and the light breeze made the heat bearable.
She sighed.
Picking up the delicate china cup, she sipped the tea and listened to the silence.
It was cut by the click of heels on the flagstones.
She knew who it was without looking.
Erik slid into the seat opposite her and she tried not to stare at him like she wanted to. It was hard when
she saw what he was wearing. He looked stunning in the white linen shirt and the black linen trousers. So
very different to the man she'd met in London. He seemed to fit his surroundings. There, he'd been the
businessman, wearing the crisp Armani suits and giving off a vibe of power.
Here, he was a man, relaxed in his surroundings and revealing to her just who he was beneath the suit.
He leaned back in his seat, legs stretched out as he stared off into the distance. She used the opportunity
to drink in the sight of him. He was so relaxed, his look one of effortless beauty. She noticed the first few
buttons of his shirt were undone. It was strange to see him in white, but it showed off how tanned his skin
was and how dark his hair was. It also seemed to brighten his eyes, making them golden.
Like the panther's.
She looked closely at him, remembering the way he'd reacted when she'd rubbed behind his ear in the
shower and the way the panther had reacted to that same touch. She told herself not to be so crazy. He
was a man. Like she'd told herself a million times since meeting him men didn't purr and they didn't
sprout fur.
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His gaze slid across to meet hers and, needing to do something with her hands, she poured him some tea
and pushed it towards him.
He smiled.
She'd never seen him look so truly happy.
He looked more than content now, and she wondered if it was because of the weather, or her, or being
here. Or maybe it was all of it. Maybe it was sitting here together on the patio of this beautiful house
under a hot summer sun that was making him happy.
It made her happy.
He stretched and yawned.
She stared at his teeth and told herself that they were just teeth, not massive canines.
He picked up his tea and sipped it. She looked at his hands. Just strong, supple hands, not paws.
She was going crazy.
She didn't even want to know how she'd seen herself, like she didn't want to think about what had
happened back at her place.
"I saw your kitty, she said, eyeing him closely.
"I know. His smile broadened and he slouched further into the chair. He looked dangerously sexy like
that lounging there with a look in his eyes that told her that he knew what wicked thoughts were running
through her mind. She pushed them away. She was here to talk business, not surrender to her desire for
him. Did you like him?"
His expression gained a hopeful edge.
"Don't you have to have some kind of licence for them? I mean, he seemed friendly enough, but what if it
escaped? She noticed he looked a little disappointed. Had he wanted her approval of the creature?
Next he'd be doing a Mr. Darcy and asking if she liked the house.
He toyed with his cup, pushing the handle with the tip of his finger so the cup went around in circles on
the saucer.
"There's no chance of that, he said, his smile returning. He's quite tame."
She decided to give him what he wanted to hear. It was the truth after all.
"He's beautiful. I've never seen one in real life and I've definitely never touched one ... been so close to
one. He's so soft... Her eyes met his. Gentle." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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