Book 1 - Page 53 (1/2)

”You please me.” I crossed to him, the black robe swaying around my legs. I loved that he'd put on something that matched what he had given me.

”I want to,” he said soberly. ”I'm working on it.”

Stopping in front of him, I drank in the beauty of his face and the s.e.xy way the ends of his hair caressed the top of his shoulders. I ran my palms down his biceps, squeezing the hard muscle gently before stepping into him and pressing my face into his chest.

”Hey,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me. ”Is this about me being an a.s.s at lunch? Or whatever it is you need to say to me? Talk to me, Eva, so I can tell you it'll be okay.”

I nuzzled my nose between his pecs, feeling the tickle of crisp chest hair against my cheek and breathing in the rea.s.suring, familiar scent of his skin. ”You should sit down. I have to tell you things about me. Ugly things.”

Gideon reluctantly let me go when I pulled away from him. I curled up on his couch with my legs tucked underneath me and he poured us both gla.s.ses of golden wine before taking a seat. Leaning toward me, he draped one arm over the back of the sofa and held his gla.s.s with the other hand, giving me every bit of his attention.

”Okay. Here goes.” I took a deep breath before starting, feeling dizzy from the elevated rate of my pulse. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so nervous or sick to my stomach.

”My mother and father never married. I really don't know too much about how they met, because neither of them talks about it. I know my mom came from money. Not as much as she married into, but more than most people have. She was a debutante. Had the whole white dress and presentation thing. Getting pregnant with me was a mistake that got her disowned, but she kept me.”

I looked down into my gla.s.s. ”I really admire her for that. There was a lot of pressure for her to make the baby - make me - go away, but she went through with the pregnancy anyway. Obviously.”

His fingers sifted through my shower-damp hair. ”Lucky me.”

I caught his fingers and kissed his knuckles, then held his hand in my lap. ”Even with a kid in tow, she was able to land herself a millionaire. He was a widower with a son just two years older than me, so I think they both thought they'd found the perfect arrangement. He traveled a lot and was rarely home, and my mom spent his money and took over raising his son.”

”I understand the need for money, Eva,” he murmured. ”I have to have it, too. I need the power of it. The security.”

Our eyes met. Something pa.s.sed between us with that small admission. It made it easier for me to say what came next.

”I was ten the first time my stepbrother raped me - ”

The stem of his gla.s.s snapped in his hand. He moved so swiftly he was a blur, catching the bowl of his goblet against his thigh before it spilled its contents.

I scrambled to my feet when he rose to his. ”Did you cut yourself? Are you okay?”