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taking it in, tasteful and modern but warmer than the
rest of the house with pictures and a traditional rocking chair that sat
motionless in one corner.
    I made my way around the room,
taking in the framed scenes and secretly hoping that the attractive girl in the
photographs was his sister or friend and not his girlfriend. I was desperate to
ask, but didn’t want to make myself any more obvious. He had definitely read my
thoughts by the fire last night and already caught me staring at his arse this
morning.
    Moving back into the hallway I
decided my best option was to say nothing. “Bathroom,” he gestured, moving in
front of me to point out the multi head shower and huge whirlpool bath. The
marble tiles were classic and neutral and it reminded me of the one I’d seen at
the party in Canary Wharf.
    “It’s stunning,” I breathed as he
excitedly demonstrated the remote control lighting and heating features.
    I hadn’t fully appreciated it
last night, I’d been too busy trying to compose myself, but every bit of it
really was high end luxury and I couldn’t help but hope that one day my shower
might break so I could use his. I could fake a breakage, but maybe he’d offer
to fix it. He’d looked pretty good with his hands up on the roof this morning.
I snuck a quick glance. Yep, I bet he was very good with his hands I thought,
before the inner voice piped up yet again, telling me in no uncertain terms to
get a grip of myself.
      “And last but by no means least,” he said,
taking my hand again and hitting me with his full gaze, “my bedroom”. His low
velvet voice lingered on the last word and my senses heightened. I felt a
slight shift in the atmosphere between us, my skin tingling under his fingers
and excited by his touch. The huge bed, encased in beautiful pure white
furnishings, was right in front of us and totally unavoidable.
    Thoughts of being in there with
him naked right now forced their way into my head, his hard torso and muscular
arms pinning me against the luxurious fabric and frenzied, uninhibited, sheet-
clawing sex. His darkening eyes met mine, almost challenging me and my face
flushed.
    I slipped quickly in front of
him, pretending to admire the view from the window as I tried to regain my
composure. I was sure that any woman with a pulse would be feeling exactly the
same way, in such close proximity to six foot three of beautiful, solid,
unashamed masculinity and we were standing in his bedroom. He was breathtaking
and every nerve in my body was determined to let me know it.
      He was also my very new neighbour who I had
known for less than a day. I needed to pull myself together. Had I learned
nothing? My experience with Daniel was proof positive that rugged handsomeness,
a chiselled abdomen and an abundance of charm could wreak havoc with the heart.
    It took a few moments and a very
deep breath before I turned to face him. “It’s a beautiful house, Sam,” I said,
and a small almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, his dark eyes
twinkling as they held my gaze.
    “Thank you,” he laughed, striding
out of the bedroom. He had definitely read my thoughts.
    I let out the huge deep breath
I’d been holding and followed him, making my way through to the kitchen and
safer territory. “I’m going into town today. I need to pick up some food and
supplies. There’s so much to do in the house. I bet the old girl already feels
like the ugly sister compared to your place, the least I can do is clean her up
a bit. Then I’m heading up to the farm for some firewood. Do you need me to get
you anything while I’m out?” I asked, still trying to compose myself.
    “No thanks. But just out of
interest what are you going to have for dinner tonight?” he said, his grin
widening.
      “I don’t know yet” I replied, realising
instantly where this was going. “Why? Are you hoping to rekindle the
arrangement you had with Alice, Sam?” I giggled. There would certainly be worse
ways to spend