Shades of Trust

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Mayfair, Hibiscus restaurant

9:00 p.m.

“You never talk about your husband. Why?” Ethan asked after ordering their wine. He hated the man, but he wanted to know everything about her, even if it pained him to hear about Sophia and another man. Knowledge is power.

“It’s painful,” she said. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to lose the person you love until it happens.”

“I see.” Love? No. But pain, I understand. “When did he die?”

“Two-thousand-eight.”

“And your brothers and sisters? Parents?”

Sophia smiled. “I have one brother, who you’ve met, and three sisters, Carolina, Valentina, the youngest, the one you met, and Victoria, Valentina’s twin.”

Ethan smiled and shifted slightly on the sofa they were sharing, repositioning his body to look at her better.

Sophia blossomed under his attention. He looked at her with so much interest that she could easily spill out her entire life to him.

After about an hour, he asked, “You’re not hungry?” He looked at her, concerned, as the waiter took away her nearly full plate. She had pushed around the food, taking tiny bites. “You barely ate. You’re thinner than when I met you.”

The waiter returned to serve them their dessert.

“Don’t mind me. The food was delicious, a surprising combination of flavors. I loved it.” She smiled at him, picked up her dessert spoon and dipped it in the Bakewell tart with clotted cream ice cream and cherry gel. “I was dying to taste this.” She closed her mouth around the spoon and moaned. “Hmm, delicious.”

Ethan leaned in her direction, brushed her hair from her face, and spoke huskily in her ear, “And I, I’m dying to taste you again, baby.”

Desire shot through her body and her breath hitched. “You can ask for the check. I don’t want coffee.”

He immediately signaled for the waiter and his hand went up her thigh, sliding under her Valentino dress. “What are you wearing today?” he whispered, biting her earlobe.

“It’s a surprise,” she informed him hoarsely. “Behave. We’re in a restaurant.”

“Jesus!” His blue eyes went electric when his hand touched the skin between her stockings and garters. “You take my breath away, Sophia.”

He barely looked at the bill the waiter brought, flinging cash on the black leather case. Jesus! I can’t get enough of her.

Ethan had a huge erection by the time he parked in his garage. If he’d been in his Rolls, he would have had her right in the car. The Porsche is too small for the two of us.

As soon as his private lift doors closed, he backed her up against the wall and kissed her hard, his hand grabbing her hair to pin her in place.

He dragged her behind him when they arrived on his floor without a word, going directly to his room, eager to touch her skin. In hurry, he shed his overcoat and blazer tossing them on the sofa in the sitting room and did the same with her fur coat.

She moved her head to the side, giving him full access to lick her throat, as she undid the buttons of his shirt, the tip of her fingers caressing his chest. Her nails scratched his n*****s lightly and he grunted softly.

Her dress fell on the floor and he backed away to look at her.

His eyes widened and a hungry grin graced his face. Jesus! Beige-and-brown sheer lingerie and belt garters with sheer lace top stockings.

He dropped to his knees and buried his nose on the apex of her thighs, inhaling. “You smell so good, baby.” He tore off her panties and put his hands on her inner thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs, then he dived between them.

A moan escaped her lips as he lapped at her. “Oh, Ethan.”

He gripped her waist with a hand to steady her as he put one of her legs on his shoulder and took his time enjoying her.

“Up!” she ordered, tugging on his hair.

Her eyes were light and clear with lust and he smiled with utter satisfaction and stood up to kiss her, shedding his shirt as she unzipped his trousers then kneeled before him in her bra, garter, stockings, and high-heels. The exotic beige lace of the Philip Tracey shoes he’d given her tantalized his imagination as they caressed her ankles and calves.

Hot! Ethan gaped at the sight. He hardened even more and whatever control he had left slipped away when she moistened her lips in anticipation.

Please!

She looked at him through long lashes and with a wicked grin, opened her mouth, and slowly, just barely licked him with the tip of her tongue.

He thrust forward and she backed away.

“Sophia, don’t tease!” he growled, and pulled her hair almost painfully.

“Just paying in kind,” she taunted, and swirled her tongue around him. “Burn for me.”

A low grunt escaped him when she took him fully in her mouth and he thrust his fingers into her hair.

She took hold of the base of his c**k and worked him all over, tonguing, stroking, and sucking.

“Enough.” He gripped her arms, pulled her from the floor, and almost flung her on to the bed.

He quickly kicked his trousers and briefs from his ankles as she took off her lacy bra. Lying beside her, his mouth immediately searched for a breast.

She arched on the bed and spread her thighs as he covered her, entering her slowly, staring at her while he did, his forearms caging her shoulders and arms, his hands buried in her hair.

“More.” Her fingers encased his ribcage and her legs locked around him, souring him. “Faster.”

“As you wish, baby,” he breathed in her ear, hugging her body tightly to his and slamming his hips against hers until she completely lost control. Her body jerked under his and he felt her low, strangled cry against his neck. He slowed down as she clamped around him and then speeded again to come. He went still inside her, then collapsing on his side, he kept her bound to his body.

He settled on his back and nestled her better onto his torso, her head on his shoulder, using it as a pillow. “Sophia, you drain me,” he murmured into her hair, and dragged the sheets over them.

“Mmm,” she purred on his shoulder.

“Sophia?”

“Yes?”

“Have you sought medical help for your nightmares?”

“Yes, yes, I have. One day, they’ll go away.” Her fingers caressed his bearded jaw. “Does it bother you very much? I can go home.”

His arms tightened around her, “No. I’d rather have you right here.” He kissed her hair, “Sleep well, baby. I’ll be here if you need me.”

She lifted her head and smiled lazily at him. “I’ve never slept in high-heels before, Ethan.” She took off her shoes. Crawling back to him, she laid her head on his shoulder, her fingers toying with the hairs on his chest.

“Aren’t you tired?” Ethan asked.

Sophia shook her head.

Silence ensued for some minutes as they tenderly caressed each other.

“A penny for your thoughts.”

“They aren’t worth your penny.” She smiled wanly at him. “I just had a bad meeting today and I’m concerned about whether I conducted the matter as I should have.”

“What happened?” As always, he expressed interest in her.

“The long and the short of it is, I had this bad feeling about a director negotiating a contract with us and I demanded a meeting with the CEO of the bank. Then the guy pushed me too far and I snapped.”

“Which one? How?” Ethan’s demeanor blackened.

Sophia, absorbed in her thoughts, didn’t notice the change in Ethan’s attitude. “The director. He pressed us to accept the contract as it was, full of absurd clauses. He even insinuated that Leibowitz Oil depended on this contract to survive. Ridiculous. And he kept leering and drooling over me. It was disgusting.”

Ethan flipped her suddenly on the bed and pressed his body over hers, his hand shot out and grappled her right wrist with strength, wringing it. “You will not go to these meetings again, Sophia.”

Sophia gasped. “Ethan! You’re hurting me.”

He squeezed her hand violently and pressed her body down on the mattress harder, grabbing her hair in his other hand and yanking her head back. “I don’t want you to go alone to these meetings,” he insisted, his azure eyes darkened.

“Let go of my wrist. You’re going to break it,” she whispered urgently, a weird fear spreading through her as pain took control. “Please.”

He let go of her arm and her hair, but didn’t budge from her body. His fingers were imprinted on her wrist. She lightly rubbed her fingers over it and winced. It’s going to leave a mark.

“I’m sorry, darling.” He inhaled heavily and bent his head to kiss her lips, but she turned away, avoiding his kiss. “I don’t like the idea of you exposed.” He buried his head on her neck, kissing it. “Alone, unprotected.”

“I wasn’t alone. Edward was with me,” she answered.

“Edward?” His voice had a tinge of rage again.

“Edward Davidoff, the CEO of Leibowitz.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Close, aren’t you?”

“No—yes,” she stammered. “I mean, we’re friends, co-workers.”

“You shouldn’t work this hard and burden your pretty head with these mundane things.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “You don’t need to. I can provide for both of us.”

Dear God. The man is crazy. Provide for both of us? Is he proposing marriage? “I like what I do, Ethan. As everything in life, it has its ups and downs,” she reasoned. She rose and went to the bathroom. She studied her wrist and then her face in the mirror. She noticed a movement in her peripheral vision. He stood at the door. She raised her chin. “I’m going home.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I really am. I like you very much.” He stepped into the bathroom, warily. “I don’t like you meeting with men. You’re an astonishing woman. I see how men look at you. You’re coveted, but you’re mine, Sophia. Mine.”

“I see,” she murmured, although she didn’t. She fished her mobile from her purse and texted her driver. This is not affection, Ethan. This has another name and I’m not liking it. Not at all. “But, I’m going home, Ethan.”

“I can take—”

“No,” she said firmly. “I’ve already called a taxi.”