Show and Tell (44 page)
The woman made him feel vital, aware, on edge. She kept his skin jumping, his thoughts whirling. Yet his gut had started to grumble that she was avoiding him.
Not that he’d mention his thoughts to his controller. “Grace, I simply don’t know what to say to that.”
She saluted him with her glass. “Sorry, I was thinking out loud.” Then she tipped her champagne toward Herman Green. “Oh, look, here they come, it’s our turn.” She leaned in slightly to Scott’s shoulder. “Watch out, she’s giving you the eye.”
Backing off enough to look down at Grace, he stared for a moment. Could it be possible she was jealous? She’d come off a bad divorce and was trying to rebuild her fragile ego, so yeah, it was a possibility. He didn’t want to see Grace as a woman, but he couldn’t help it when she made comments like that.
Thus he could understand why she was envious of a gorgeous woman younger by more than fifteen years. What he didn’t understand was why she suddenly felt like sharing her inner thoughts with him.
Herman Green grabbed his arm, and the moment for pondering Grace was over.
“Here you are, Scott, I wanted to introduce you to my daughter, Trinity.”
She held out her hand. “So nice to meet you, Scott. I didn’t catch the last name.”
Despite her high heels, he found her finely petite. “Sinclair. And it’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Her hand in his warmed, sparked. He held seconds longer than appropriate, until she tugged away.
“And this is my associate, Grace Bunnell.”
Trinity smiled. “Nice to meet you.” Scott could swear there was a moment when she winced as if Grace squeezed too hard.
He’d never been aware of women’s rivalries before. He would have been completely fascinated if he could take his eyes off his mystery woman for longer than a second.
She left him, moved on, threw herself down on the sofa beside Faith Kingston and hugged her so hard the woman could have popped right then. Another facet of the Trinity diamond.
Yeah, she’d brought him back to life. Now, no other woman would do. Before the night was out, he’d show her no other man would ever do for her.
DINNER was interminable. With Scott’s gaze on her, Trinity could do nothing more than move the salmon around her plate. The chilled wine, served in Daddy’s best crystal glasses, tasted sour. He’d added the two leaves to the dining table, allowing spacious elbow room, yet Trinity had gotten Faith to switch spots with Scott under the guise of allowing the men to talk business. Now that she’d told her father Harper had agreed to a no-contest quickie divorce, he’d played matchmaker, seating her next to Scott. Trinity, however, didn’t fall for it.
Things had been great the whole week. Scott called every night, and they’d done all manner of naughty phone things. But he was going to blow their cover with the way he kept staring at her. Daddy and everyone else would figure out something was up—pun intended—between them.
“He is
h
-
o
-
t hot
for you,” Faith whispered beneath laughter from Daddy’s end of the table.
h
-
o
-
t hot
for you,” Faith whispered beneath laughter from Daddy’s end of the table.
See! Even Faith noticed Scott’s focus.
Her father was talking with Grace, Scott’s controller.
His
controller, as Grace managed to say several times in conversation before Daddy’s majordomo called everyone in for dinner. Had the woman been trying to intimate there was something more than professional between her and Scott? There
couldn’t
be.
His
controller, as Grace managed to say several times in conversation before Daddy’s majordomo called everyone in for dinner. Had the woman been trying to intimate there was something more than professional between her and Scott? There
couldn’t
be.
Trinity cringed at her own jealousy. Where once she was envious of what Faith had with Connor, now she was suspicious of Scott’s business relationships. Here was another reason she needed to keep
everything
with Scott separate from her real life. “Connor’s talking about you again,” she tried deflecting Faith, “that’s why he and Mr. Sinclair are looking over here.” She was afraid, however, her friend would see right through the lie.
everything
with Scott separate from her real life. “Connor’s talking about you again,” she tried deflecting Faith, “that’s why he and Mr. Sinclair are looking over here.” She was afraid, however, her friend would see right through the lie.
“
Mr.
Sinclair?”
Mr.
Sinclair?”
He laughed at something Connor said, and Trinity’s tummy turned over. His sexy voice touched her inside, like a stroke straight down from her breasts to her pussy.
“I don’t know him well enough to call him by his first name.” She knew him oh so well. She wondered why she didn’t tell Faith about it. Of course, she couldn’t talk
here
, but another time over mochas and a shared bear claw? Still no. She was keeping a lot from Faith. She hadn’t even told her about that talk with Harper.
here
, but another time over mochas and a shared bear claw? Still no. She was keeping a lot from Faith. She hadn’t even told her about that talk with Harper.
But Scott was her secret. She didn’t want any judgments about her activities. Not that
Faith
would judge her, but . . . she didn’t want the fear of discovery getting in the way. She wasn’t ready for outside scrutiny of their relationship.
Faith
would judge her, but . . . she didn’t want the fear of discovery getting in the way. She wasn’t ready for outside scrutiny of their relationship.
“He sure wants to know you. He’s got
hot
eyes for you.”
hot
eyes for you.”
She glanced at Faith and grimaced. “What are
hot
eyes?”
hot
eyes?”
Faith smiled, and Trinity noticed how beautiful she’d become. It was more than the baby. Connor was good for her. Trinity had made the perfect choice in getting them together.
“
Hot
eyes means he’s doing deliciously nasty things to you in his mind.”
Hot
eyes means he’s doing deliciously nasty things to you in his mind.”
Trinity pulled back and frowned at her very best friend in the whole world. Faith didn’t generally talk about
nasty
. Had Trinity given herself away? No, she found Faith staring at Connor, and there was definitely some hot eyes going on there.
nasty
. Had Trinity given herself away? No, she found Faith staring at Connor, and there was definitely some hot eyes going on there.
While Connor was devilishly handsome, the silver in Scott’s hair and the few lines on his face were so much more appealing.
Or maybe it was all the things he’d done to her. They could only indulge if she kept Scott her naughty secret. Otherwise, her every action would be analyzed like a blood drop under her father’s microscope. She would lose the freedom to indulge, and that’s what she loved so much about being with Scott.
“Stop that,” she admonished Faith. “Someone will hear.” Such as Mrs. Rudd, who sat next to Faith. They’d been ignoring her— bad socialites. Trinity brought her into the conversation with the topic of Nordstrom’s half-yearly sale.
She didn’t give a fig about Nordstrom’s half-yearly sale, no matter how big it was. All she cared about was making sure Daddy didn’t notice Scott’s “hot” eyes.
“ASSORTED liqueurs in the living room,” her father called out jovially, bringing dessert and coffee to an end. With all his laughter tonight, he did seem like his old self.
“Save me a seat on the sofa,” Trinity murmured to Faith. “I’m hitting the powder room.” If she sat next to Faith, Scott couldn’t corner her, something she was afraid he’d try to do.
Climbing the wide spiral staircase, she returned to the upstairs bathroom she’d used to get ready. She’d left all her makeup there. The main bath was at the end, past the long row of Green ancestors. She sometimes wondered if her grandfather had purchased all the paintings at the same time and palmed them off as relatives. They seemed to be of a similar artistic style, yet not one of them looked like a Green. Then again, Grandpa had been pretentious, claiming his family came over on the
Mayflower
when she knew darn well he was a greengrocer in England before World War I. Heh,
green
grocer, get it?
Mayflower
when she knew darn well he was a greengrocer in England before World War I. Heh,
green
grocer, get it?
She fixed her lipstick first. The door opened, and Trinity startled, leaving a light smudge about her mouth.
Scott leaned back against the wood.
“What are you doing in here?” She knew exactly what he’d do, and her heart
ratta-tat-tatted
against her breast.
ratta-tat-tatted
against her breast.
“I have to take a leak.” His hand went to his zipper.
“You can’t go to the bathroom while I’m here.” She never shared the bathroom with a man. Even Harper closed the door.
“Then I guess I’m going to have to fuck you instead.”
Her blood thrumming, she turned back to her reflection, leaning over the counter to concentrate on her lipstick. “You’re very crude.” God, she’d started to adore crude.
She also loved it when a man said,
I want you now, fuck everything else.
There was such power in that. She craved power. She craved
him
. Which is why, despite the danger of being discovered in her father’s house, she didn’t throw Scott out.
I want you now, fuck everything else.
There was such power in that. She craved power. She craved
him
. Which is why, despite the danger of being discovered in her father’s house, she didn’t throw Scott out.
Standing behind her, he bent at the knees to slide both hands up her dress, propping the hem on the curve of her butt.
His breath eased through his clenched teeth. “I knew it. Thigh highs and a bare ass.” He stroked down her center to the top of one stocking, then raised his gaze to hers in the mirror. “All night you thought about me fucking you, didn’t you?”
“No.” She’d been thinking about it for five days straight.
“Liar,” he whispered. Curling his body over hers, he swept aside her makeup and purse, grabbed the lipstick out of her hand and tossed it, then cupped her breasts in his big palms.
“Feel those nipples,” he whispered. “They’re fucking hard.” He pinched. She instinctively pushed back against his erection.
“Oh yeah, baby.” He pumped lightly against her. Unzipping the back of the dress, he pushed the sleeves down her arms.
She tried to cover herself. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see your nipples in the mirror as I feel them.”
“Just once.” She let the material pool on the counter.
“As much as I want,” he murmured. Then he gazed at the reflection as he brought her nipples to full peak.
She moaned for him because he loved her sounds. Because she couldn’t help herself.
Gliding down her breasts to her abdomen, he held her hard against him. “Your skin is so soft.” Then he buried his face at her nape. “And the scent of your hair makes me crazy.”
He made
her
crazy. Totally, completely. “You can’t do me now. Someone will hear.” Yet she’d do whatever he wanted.
her
crazy. Totally, completely. “You can’t do me now. Someone will hear.” Yet she’d do whatever he wanted.
The dress bunched at her waist, he skimmed the fabric’s edge until he held both her hips and rocked against her. “They won’t hear if you don’t scream.” He bit her neck. “But you can’t help screaming, can you? You need this. You need
me
.”
me
.”
Oh God, yes, she did need him. The things he did to her made her forget where she was and who she was. She would always be this way, losing herself in him.
He went to his knees behind her.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered, knowing he wouldn’t stop, that she didn’t want him to.
He pushed the dress high. “Oh, I dare.”
Then he licked the crease of her bottom. She moaned. Forcing her to spread her legs wide, he came at her pussy from behind. The most erotic of sensations, his tongue on her, his hair brushing her butt, yet all she could see in the mirror was herself.
A smudge of lipstick by her mouth, her pupils so wide she couldn’t see the blue, her skin tinged with the flush of arousal. She leaned on her elbows, closed her eyes, then knew she had to watch every second. He licked her pussy, then her clitoris. Breath panted from her lips. Her nostrils flared as he hit an acute spot. Putting her head forward, her hair fell across her face, sticking to her lipstick. She groaned for him.
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