Page 63 of His Dark Pact

Chapter Twenty

Amy’s Prize

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AMY PRESSED HER BACKagainst the sleek wood of the warm space as she took in the plush surroundings. The large room, with the oval glass roof, was decorated with light wood, matching the Swedish-style sauna waiting beside her and the raised edge of the hot tub in the far corner.

Her attention flitted toward the sauna. The space inside was far bigger than anything she’d seen on the rare occasions she’d visited a health club. Her mind was hardly able to contemplate the kind of wealth that saw pristine fixtures like these in someone’s home, yet there it was.

This was Kyle’s life.

It wasn’t only the sauna and hot tub that had captured her focus, nor the Olympic-sized swimming pool they’d passed to reach it, even though he hadn’t shown them to her on the house tour. It was Kyle, the utterly fascinating man who’d led her there, who held her attention. In control, as always, the energy radiating from him was palpably powerful.

She watched as he closed the door and hung his jacket on one of the black pegs fixed to the wall above the long teak bench that lined the back wall. It was the first time she’d seen him remove any clothing, and it raised the tantalizing prospect that he might finally disrobe in front of her. She held her breath at the intoxicating thought. She’d imagined his naked form many times in the last day but had never been privy to its masculine lines. She could hardly wait to witness what she knew would be an impressive body.

Please. She sent the word up in silent prayer.Please, let this be the moment.

As though he sensed the intensity of her stare, he glanced back at her.

“Ready to warm up?” His tone was suitably sardonic.

Frankly, if the temperature between her legs got any hotter, she’d go supernova.

“Yes, sir.” She pressed her palms against the smooth wood at her back, willing her breathing to calm. “I had no idea you had so many facilities here.”

“I haveall sortsof things here, little girl.” His eyes gleamed as he shuffled out of his waistcoat. “You’ll need to undress.” He hung the item on another peg. “Much though I appreciate them on you, you won’t need those stockings in here.”

“Right.” Why hadn’t she thought of that? The haze of sweet anticipation seemed to have robbed her of all rational thought.

“Take a seat.” He motioned to the other end of the bench. “I’ll share with you.”

She smiled, trying to disguise the nervous energy gripping her tummy as she walked over and perched on the edge of the wooden bench. Certainly, it was a relief to remove the heels, but it was much harder to relish the show he was putting on when she was right beside him. She wouldn’t be able to hide her gawping from the new position.

“I wasn’t planning on doing this with you this morning.” His lips twitched as he started work on the buttons of his shirt.

Unfastening the suspender belt, she started the task of rolling down her stockings, realizing she could make the act at least vaguely enticing for him.

“Have I distracted you, sir?”

“Yes.” His voice rasped with carnal need as he watched her strip the nylon from her limbs. “You are eminently distracting, little girl.”