Page 15 of She Belongs to Me

Everything was now tainted, my world turned upside down. At least I didn’t feel as exhausted.

After a few more minutes, I decided it was time for a shower.

The towels were oversized and fluffy, the water warm and the view just as incredible from the bathroom. As I stepped into the huge shower, I did squeal. There were three showerheads inside. Three.

The granite was a little bit more foreboding, but extremely artistic. Everything was rippled with luxury and I hated to admit it, but I could get used to this lifestyle.

As I stood under the shower, images of the horrific murder were replaced with ones of the gorgeous man. I could only imagine what he looked like without the suit.

Maybe shorts and a polo.

Maybe nothing.

What I was thinking was entirely sinful, so much so that I just might burn in hell. I wasn’t really a practicing Catholic like my aunt, but I understood what sin looked like.

I tried to shove the images aside, but they became filthy, the man completely naked. In my mind, he had colorful ink on his arms and chest, each artistic piece created just for him.

I could almost see his long, muscular legs and his… thick, long cock.

Shit. This was getting out of hand.

He’d been my benefactor, never forgetting Christmas or my birthday. He’d sent a very lovely diamond necklace when I’d graduated high school, but he hadn’t attended my party.

I had to admit I didn’t know the man at all. Not really. He was a man on a piece of paper, a name signing checks and transferring money over the wire.

But thinking about him so inappropriately was terrible. Ridiculous.

I hurriedly finished my shower, fearful the hot water was creating the perfect breeding ground for my lurid thoughts.

After drying and wrapping the towel around me, I put on deodorant and returned to the bedroom to select something to wear. Not that anything was appropriate. Not for this environment.

And there he was in all his glory. Instead of wearing a suit, he was wearing dark gray trousers and a tight black tee shirt, doing nothing more than sitting in the fluffy chair near the bed. Dear God. I was in a damn towel, which I pulled tightly around me. I wasn’t a big girl, but I also wasn’t tiny, the towel unable to hide my long runner’s legs.

I jumped and he lifted a single eyebrow. “I wasn’t trying to startle you. I wanted to ensure you had everything you needed.” His voice was deeper than before, huskier, and maybe my imagination was working overtime, but it seemed to be dripping with lust.

Or maybe I’d cracked a little with the recent events. It wasn’t unheard of.

The one thing that I couldn’t stop thinking about was why I hadn’t grabbed the robe. He was studying me intently and I had the distinct feeling doing his best to keep his eyes on mine.

“This is beautiful,” I managed, my voice sounding awkward. I was still miffed at him for taking me away even though I knew he was doing everything in his power to protect me.

Like he’d sworn to do to my dying father.

“I’ll show you around later. Get dressed. I have breakfast waiting.”

“You cook?”

He laughed. “Barely and this time, I asked my chef to prepare a feast. I knew you’d be starving.”

I was, my stomach unable to stop grumbling. However, this was still awkward and we both seemed uncertain of what to say.

“How long will I be here?” The question popped out before I could yank it back in.

“I don’t have the answer to that question yet, Alexandra. It’s going to depend on what I learn and what the Greeks do at this point. I will not place your life back into danger. Do you understand?”

“So, I just live here at your house? Finish school here in Sicily?”

I could tell the question about living here troubled him. He rubbed his index finger back and forth across the seam of his mouth.