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continued huskily.  You can t really do much wrong and we both get to have what we want today.
His fingers fuddled with my dress until I felt his talented hand between my legs, testing my
panties and self-control.
 Sounds like someone s a big scared pussy. I moaned as his hand began to rub ever so gently,
sending a first jolt of heat through my core. My legs tightened around his waist and I pulled him
closer. His thighs were wedged between my legs now, his hand replaced by the bulge in his jeans. He
moved in slow motion up and down imitating the slow rhythm of our lovemaking until the coarse
material of his jeans began to chafe my clit through my panties. My head shot back and another moan
escaped my lips, silently demanding more.
 I m just concerned for you. That s all. His lips curled into a stunning smile, making me yearn
to do all the unspeakable things I always wanted to do to him.
 A bet is a bet. You can t back out of it now, just because you re scared. My hands trailed
down his rock hard abdomen to his jeans, ready to unzip him and give him a good ride of pleasure.
 What are you doing? He stopped my hands, his breathing coming hard.  You haven t won
yet.
I laughed.  Are you serious? Am I supposed to wait, even though you know I ll win? What
happened to keeping me happy?
 There s plenty of time for that later. He kissed me quickly and helped me off the counter.
 How was your day? What did you find out?
And just like that, in the blink of an eye, our moment was gone, and Jett s expression was back
to its usual casual self. The guy didn t just have an inflated ego, he had also the self control of a
statue.
Damn it!
 How do you know I found out something? I smoothed my dress, fighting the urge to smirk at
him.
 From Sylvie. He moistened his lips and regarded me amused, probably inwardly laughing his
head off at the disheveled state of me.  She said you had things to discuss with me alone and that I
should bring dinner. Knowing you two, it wasn t hard to guess you must have discovered something.
He was right, as usual, but I couldn t tell him Sylvie only left us alone so I could talk to him
about my feelings.
I moved past Jett, doing my best not to touch him, and handed him the folder containing the
financial reports.
 Clarkson dropped of the estate s financial reports. Sylvie s adamant, there s too much money
coming in and going out at regular intervals.
 And you want to know what that s all about, he said matter-of-factly, making no move to open
the envelope. I wondered if he had seen the reports yet.  I could show them to my accountant.
 That d be great.
 My pleasure.
I bit my lip, unsure how to steer the conversation to the wine cellar. There was a chance I was
blowing it out of proportions and I didn t want him to think I liked melodrama.
 The basement was recently re-painted which strikes me as odd because when I met with
Alessandro a few days ago, he insisted that I make no alterations to the house. Peering up, I met his
questioning gaze.  It s probably not a big deal but I d like you to have a look.
***
Clad in only a thin half-length dress, the air felt so cold my skin turned into goose bumps. I
suppressed a shiver and wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm. I expected Jett to laugh off
my implausible explanations. I even expected irritation, just not silence. Jett remained quiet for at
least ten minutes, his face an expressionless mask as he followed me down to the basement and then
listened to me recalling my conversation with Sylvie. I watched him moving from one cell to the next,
smoothing his hand over the walls, tapping, and moving bits and parts of the heavy rack around,
absorbed in his thoughts, which he didn t seem to want to share with me just yet. In the background, I
thought I could hear the tapping sound of raindrops falling. The usually soothing sound made me
nervous, maybe because the place gave me the creeps and my nerves were on edge. For the first time I
realized I couldn t be comfortable living in this big old house all by myself.
Standing next to Jett, the seconds became minutes and I felt silly dragging him down here for no
reason at all. My suspicion had been roused by nothing but my absurd need to see hidden motives
where there might be none.
 Maybe we should head back upstairs. It s probably not a big deal anyway, I said.
 Alessandro probably wanted to paint all the rooms but his health deteriorated and he never got the
chance.
I came to the conclusion that had to be it. The most likely reason was also the simplest one.
 Possibly, Jett replied, his voice giving away no clue with regards to what he really thought.
He caught me crossing my arms over my chest and shrugged out of his jacket, then wrapped it around
me.
 Put it on. His tone left no room for discussion.
 I m not that cold, but thanks, I lied yet made no move to remove his jacket because I loved his
smell. It was warm and hugged me like a cocoon. Inhaling his scent, I stared at Jett s bulging biceps
as he strained to push the rest of the wine rack aside. His muscles flexed beneath the tan skin, and he
let out a low groan as the rack moved an inch with a loud grating noise.
 Do you need any help? I asked, half amused, half aroused. My tongue flicked over my lips as
I watched his strong arms, his broad shoulders, and the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead.
With his snug shirt and mouth-watering torso, he looked so darn sexy and enticing my body began to
clamor for him.
 No. Just wait there, Jett said.
Basically, he was sending out an open invitation for me to stare some more.
The rack moved another inch, then a couple more. Jett s face contorted from exertion, as he
pushed it to the middle of the tiny room, almost blocking the door.
 The proportions of this room aren t right, Jett said.
 Uh-huh. It s quite small. I nodded, not getting what he was on about. It was probably a men
thing. Like cars and sports. You play along, pretend you know what they re talking about, when in
reality you can t stop thinking about how hot they are.
 It s an old house. They probably didn t have a good architect back then. I watched him brush
his hands over his thighs to dust off his jeans and instantly wished he d let me do it.
 That s not what I meant, Brooke, he said, turning to regard me. His eyes lingered on me a bit
too long, penetrating my mind and body. I instantly felt flustered, both from the fire I saw in his eyes
and the fact that I knew he sensed just how much he turned me on.  I think the room was cut in half.
 You mean there s another part somewhere? It wasn t my brightest statement but his words
made no sense.
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