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When they disappeared down the hall, Corbin cupped Bella s
cheek. When she turned toward his palm and sighed, he whispered,
 She knows. And she probably realizes I m not going anywhere now
that I m right where I belong.
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Chapter Nine
Corbin couldn t sleep. He was as hard as a rock, and if he didn t
get things under control soon, he was gonna find the bathroom and
manhandle his growing problem.
Slipping away from the bed, he eyed the bustier pressing Bella s
breasts high enough for a provocative show. He should ve asked Mrs.
McDermott to help Bella slip into something more comfortable or
maybe taken to task what was his job in the first place.
He snorted at that. He d like to think he d be the one to slide that
heavy leather away from her silky skin.
Far too aroused to even contemplate changing her clothes, he
paced the room. He ran his hand down the length of his face and
focused on Bella, really studied her.
She was the epitome of purity. Her blonde hair fanned around her
face. Her small button nose looked trapped between round cheeks,
perfectly flushed from the heat, or maybe it was lust. Maybe she was
even dreaming of him, or perhaps he was just wishful thinking.
He lightly fingered the length of his rigid cock. He was definitely
thinking all right. And God help him, he had more ideas than cattle to
feed.
Focusing on the easel again, he tiptoed to the corner and peered
around the large drawing tablet.  Look at this, he whispered,
realizing, too, that no one was there to peek over his shoulder. He was
taken aback by what he saw.
Staring at a life-size portrait of himself, he sat on the stool, and
flipped through several pages. To his surprise, as he turned one page
44 Destiny Blaine
over and then another, his life unfolded before his very eyes. The
history he shared with Bella was documented in living color.
* * * *
Bella was floating. She drifted over the ocean like a swan,
graceful in her moves and quite at peace, too. Deliberately, she swept
lower and then darted higher, completely out of sight. Next, she was
running, gasping for her next breath but unable to slow down. She
needed to get somewhere and she needed to arrive there fast, but
where and why? She seemingly drifted right to the edge of
consciousness before slipping back into the confines of sleep.
Suddenly, she jerked. She was aware of the danger and desperate to
escape.
Choking, she sat up all at once, coming out of a deep sleep and so
woozy she thought she might fall against the bed again.  Corbin? she
screeched, looking around her room, tossing her head from side to
side and wondering how she d ended up there.
He walked toward her.  I m here.
 I see that, she muttered, swallowing tightly and resting the back
of her hand on her forehead.  But why?
 You don t remember anything?
She glanced down at what she wore. She immediately looked back
up, thoroughly confused.  What the hell am I doing wearing
this& this god-awful outfit?
 Uncomfortable? he asked, sitting next to her casually.  I
could ve helped you change, but I was pretty certain you d slug me
once you regained consciousness.
She narrowed her gaze. She wasn t amused in the least and for
some reason, Corbin hadn t stopped smiling since she awoke.  What
time is it?
 Almost five.
 What happened to me?
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 Benson slipped you a couple of pills, and you drank a few
drinks.
 And then I what hit some slut over the head and demanded her
clothes?
 The dress looks nice on you.
 Seriously?
 Yeah.
 No, I mean, you re telling me I look nice rather than explaining
why I m wearing something straight from the streets of Amsterdam!
 Don t knock the life, baby, he drawled.  Hate the designer if ya
gotta, but I still think you look hot.
She pursed her dry lips. She d kill for a glass of water, not that she
could make it downstairs to fetch one.
Trying to move, she noticed how sore she was. Her body felt like
one large bruise. When she tried to leave the bed, her head spun.
Corbin placed a gentle hand on her wrist.  Are you all right?
Trembling, she studied her hands and tried to steady them.  What
time did you bring me home?
 Around ten.
A long silence distanced them. Then, she cleared her throat.
 Corbin, can I ask you something? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]