Page 8 of Improper Proposal
She spins around, gifting me with an up close and personal view of her incredible body, then her gaze drops to my hard cock.
“Oh. My. God,” she says on a breathless whisper, and I’m not sure if it’s from surprise, or from finding me hard, hot, and ready. I grab a towel from the hook beside me and toss it to her.
“I didn’t know you were in here,” I say, but don’t bother covering up.
She continues to stare, and when I see the way her nipples are hardening, her body growing flush with arousal, I know in an instant how I can test her, to see if she’s out to take something from my family. Seducing her might not be proper or smart—and no way will I go through with it if she takes the bait—but it’s the only way I can figure out if she’s truly the right girl for my cousin or not.
Chapter Three
Harper
Having gone to bed so early from jet lag, I wake up well before dawn to find the sky outside still pitch black. It’s early, but my body is rested and ready to go. I roll over in my bed and see the door to the bathroom, shut tight and locked after my run-in with Will last night. A groan catches in my throat.
Way to blatantly stare, Harper.
Seriously, though, how could I not? Without an ounce of modesty about him, he just stood there, naked and hard, not even bothering to hide his large—and by “large” I mean enormous—hard-on.
Go for it, Harper.
Good Lord, how the hell can I sleep with Will when everyone thinks I’m George’s girl? I tried to tell them I wasn’t, but no one seemed to want to hear that. They all came to their own logical conclusions. So why didn’t I drive the fact home that I’m not here because of George?
Because I’m not certain of it myself. Not certain that I hadn’t been sent here to have epic sex with him. I pinch my eyes shut. Could this situation be any more messed up?
Wait. Maybe I’d been sent here to meet Will?
How is that for logical reasoning at its worst?
I reach for my cell phone and check the reception. I could call the girls, but with the time difference I’d wake them. A text however…
My fingers fly over the screen as I shoot a group text to the girls who participated in the draw that fateful New Year’s Eve. One of them needs to come clean and let me know if they’re sponsoring this event. I know I vowed to leave first thing come morning, but what if this is where I’m supposed to be?
Completely flustered with the situation, I push my blankets off, climb from my cozy bed, and shiver. The fire in the hearth went out during the night, and the room is a lot chillier. I step up to the window and pull open the curtains. The place is breathtaking, and there is a part of me, that poor little girl from the wrong side of the tracks part, who feels like she doesn’t belong. I grew up believing rich people have a different way of thinking and acting. Basically, they have a sense of entitlement and care only about money. They’ll do and say anything to get what they want.
With that last thought in mind, I dig through my suitcase, one packed by my sponsor, and pull out a pair of jeans, a big, warm sweater, and a pair of running shoes. At least I don’t have to wear my Louis Vuittons for the next week. While I love them, they’re hardly appropriate for this environment. As I rifle through my things, I find a some sexy bras and underwear. I take a pair of lace panties into my hand and hold it up. Wow, they’re absolutely gorgeous. But will I ever get a chance to wear them, to break my dry spell?
Sadly, I’m thinking no.
Unless Will was meant for me.
Knowing that’s not the case, I toss the underwear back inside, reach for the brush to wrestle my unruly hair into a ponytail, and pull on my clothes. I don’t want to shower and risk waking the household or having Will walk in on me again.
Or joining me in that shower.
Yeah, him sliding in behind me, soaping my body and touching me would be all wrong…in the most delicious ways. I let my mind drift, revel in the erotic vision for a moment longer and imagine my hands, my mouth, on his beautiful body, his impressive cock. Athletic and cut, he was clearly made for sex. I’m sure he could bring me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. A garbled noise catches in my throat, and I put my hands over my mouth, hoping no one heard me.
I wait to hear movement, but the house remains silent, so I take a breath to clear my head and then tiptoe through the quiet household. To ward off the chill, I hug myself, and I slow my steps in the upstairs hall to peruse all the pictures on the wall. I was in such a hurry last night, distracted by the way Will was staring at my ass, I didn’t take time to revel in the majestic castle, one obviously rich in history, judging by the aged portraits on the long wall.
I take them all in, figuring out the lineage, and when I come across George’s portrait, I nearly bite off my tongue. Wow, good looks really do run in the family, and if one of the girls was online chatting with him and pretending to be me, I’m surprised she didn’t keep him for herself. Then again, all of them had found love.
I still can’t believe it, really, that they all found happiness, and a few have even moved halfway across the world to be with the man they love. Me, I’m not interested in moving out of my beloved downtown New York condo that cost me an arm and a leg, and I’m not looking for love. I’m married to my career. Sex, however…
I hurry downstairs and cut through the kitchen. While I’d love a cup of coffee, I don’t want to mess with anything, not without permission. I open the back door, and a cool breeze washes over me, but with the sun climbing the hills on the horizon, I’m hoping it will warm up soon. I sta
nd outside, take in the vast countryside, and when I hear a horse in the distance, I head toward the barn. As a child, I always wanted to ride. I loved animals and swore I would take lessons when I finally made it on my own. But work took over, and there was never any time.
I breathe in the fresh air, so different from New York, and open the barn door. As the hinges creak in the cold, I’m met with about a dozen horses, all whinnying at the stranger who has dared to invade their space.
I take my time to walk through the stable. When I reach a big, beautiful brown mare, I say, “Look at you.” I touch her nose, and she pushes against me. “You are so beautiful.”
