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her to be up anyway.
The under things she had washed out the night before were still hanging in the bathroom, dry now. She had prepared so she wouldn’t have to confront him for her things. She was determined to hold out, no matter how long he persisted. Dressed in her uniform, she carried the untouched tray back to the kitchen herself. Quite loudly she banged it on the cabinet, getting everyone’s attention.
"Was there something wrong with the food, Miss Wisdom?" Flapjack’s concern, and a little appreciated.
"There’s nothing wrong with your food, Flapjack. I’m Jenà, in case you’ve lost your memory. Speaking of losing things, I seem to have lost my clothes. I get off at eleven tonight, and I wish whoever moved them would put them right back." Her voice was filled with anger, not directed at anyone in particular.
"I missed you last night." Ethan’s voice growled when he caught her in his arms in the dining room.
"I’ll bet you did." The anger was still there, she didn’t try to hide it. "What gives you the right to expression showed genuine hurt that his efforts weren’t manipulate other people? You’ve even ordered them to address me as Miss Wisdom. You’ve taken my clothes from my room. I won’t stand for this."
"Jenà..." He was trying to calm her.
" You may call me Miss Wisdom, Mr. Ayers." Her struggles were being absorbed by his strong arms.
"Jenà, please." He held her tightly. "The more you try to get away, the more I want you." His quiet but serious words stopped every movement in her. "That’s better." His movements were toward the door, where he put one arm around her, walking to the stairs. "Now, about your things..."
"Yes, Mr. Ayers." She interrupted. "About my things..." How she wished she could put him in his place, but she had a feeling whatever she said or did, he would remain the victor. "I wish them to be back in my room, downstairs, before eleven tonight. I won’t be moved until I am ready. You’re going to find that to be a very, very long time from now." She allowed him to lead her where he would, for the time being.
Passing his suite, he went to the next door down the hall. "This is yours, Jenà, if you’ll have it." His hand was on the knob, but didn’t open it because she spoke quite angrily.
"No, Mr. Ayers. I’m not interested. I was hired as one of your servants, but that doesn’t give you exclusive rights on my body." She looked away from him, feeling her anger was being diminished by the brown eyes that looked down at her.
"Alright." He spoke with patience, removing his hand from the handle. "I won’t force you to do what you don’t think you want." His arm around her tightened, pulling her against him. "But you do want me, Jenà, as much as I want you."
Her hands pushed against his arms, wanting to keep him from kissing her. Lightly he brushed her lips, causing much friction in the air just around them. "Please don’t, Ethan." When her eyes met his, he grinned down at her.
"I’ll have your things returned to your cabin." He gave in to her, only because he knew he would win another time. No sense forcing her. He’d wait until she was ready. With the way he knew he affected her, the time would be quite soon, he would bet everything he had on that.
Biting her lower lip, she watched his eyes. Neither moved from where they felt comfortable, despite another couple walking by them in the hall. Her eyes moved down to the lips she found so fascinating. "Aren’t you afraid what your friends might say about you and one of the staff?"
No verbal answer came as he lowered his head to do what she all but verbally begged for. Before he found himself carrying the woman inside, he raised his head from hers. Her sigh was drawn out by several hesitating stops.
Refusing to look up at him, which would give him satisfaction, she turned to go. It was so hard to leave the arms that had held her tightly. Why was he letting her go again? The question seemed to come to her every time she walked