I WANT YOU

CHAPTER 6

Anna counted the spots on the ceiling for the hundredth time. She was bored out of her mind lying in the hospital bed.

She’d woken hours ago, and the doctor had checked her over, declaring that she was fit to leave. But Arthur's bodyguard had come in and told her that she wasn’t to move from the bed until Arthur arrived.

Anna peered toward the door to see Conrad standing there, his hands clasped in front of him as he stared at the television mounted on the wall. The guy didn’t seem bored, although he’d been standing there a good thirty minutes.

“Hey, Conrad,” Anna said as she struggled to sit up. It took her a few times, but she managed it. This was all she needed.

Arthur was going to hit the roof when he found out what Anna and Cristina had done. The head of Knight Corporation wasn’t one to trifle with, although Cristina pushed her father’s patience to the limit.

What Anna wanted to know was how Conrad had known they were at the asylum. When Cristina had carried her to the door, Conrad had been standing there silently, waiting.

“Where’s the boss?”

“Still with the doctors.” Conrad was a man of very few words. It had been like that since Anna started coming around the Frost Manor ten years ago. The words most people used in a sentence equaled what Conrad used in an entire year.

The door to her room opened, and in walked Arthur Knight, bringing with him an air of authority, dominance, and so much damn s*x appeal that it hurt to look at the broad-shouldered man.

The guy’s lustrous black hair reached past the collar of his tailored grey suit where the strands ended in slight waves around his upper arms. Today he had it pulled back into a ponytail. His amber eyes seemed to glow with concern. Anna wanted to reach up and slip her fingers through those silky strands.

Yes, she had the hots for her best friend’s father, and it didn’t matter that Arthur had to be in his late forties. The man still appeared capable and strong.

Cristina would strangle me if she knew. Or she would laugh her head off and tease me relentlessly. But since she doesn’t know, I’ll never know her reaction.

“How do you feel?” Arthur took a seat on the side of the bed and brushed his knuckles down Anna’s face. “Your skin has cooled down.”

The man smelled so damn good. Earthy, masculine.

“Better,” Anna answered.

Since she could remember, Arthur had looked after her. It could be the fact that she had grown up in foster care. And he probably looked at her as a charity case. But Anna had been around Cristina's family for a decade. Even though Anna was now twenty and lived on her own, Arthur still paid her medical bills and invited her over for dinner.

Anna had never met a man with a bigger heart.

And I’ve been crushing on him since I hit puberty.

“It wasn’t Cristina's fault,” Anna said in a rushed breath. “I agreed to go with her.”

Arthur didn’t say a word as he gently lifted her arm, turning it over to exam the cast. The man’s touch was electrifying, exhilarating, and hot where his fingers met her skin.

“Does this hurt?”

Anna shook her head. “I thought I’d sprained it when I fell. Guess I was wrong.”

Anna hated when she had to go to the hospital. Even though Arthur Knight was extremely wealthy, Anna always felt guilty when the guy paid her medical bills. She would say that Arthur was like a father to her, but Anna didn’t want to think of lusting after a father figure.

That was gross. And she's not into i****t.

“Aberdeen has arranged a room in Frost Manor for you,” Arthur said as he set Anna’s arm on the bed. “You’ll be staying with us until you heal.”

“But it’s just a broken wrist,” Anna said as she held up her arm. “I can manage at home with this.”

“The subject isn’t open for debate.” Arthur stood and a look passed between the man and Conrad.

“And my classes?” Anna asked.

Arthur turned his attention back to Anna. “I’ve arranged for your professors to send your work with Cristina. I’ve also spoken with the dean. He has no problem with you taking time off until you heal.”

That’s because you donate a sickening amount to the school. Cristina had told Anna that when they first started college. Every time Anna’s sickness reared its ugly head, she was always excused from her classes. And Arthur was the one who had set it up that way. But this was the first time Cristina's father insisted that she stay with them.

“Really, Mr. Knight,” Anna said, pitching one last hope that she wouldn’t have to stay with Cristina. Not that she minded being at Frost Manor, but being around Arthur was a test of her overflowing affection for the man.. “I’m fine.”

“Bring the car around,” Arthur said to Conrad. The bodyguard left the room to do as he was told. And it's clear that Arthur wasn’t going to listen to a word Anna said. That pissed her off, but she wasn’t going to say anything since the man had done so much for her. But it doesn't mean she liked it.

“Where’s Cristina?”

“I sent her home with Aberdeen.” Arthur waved a hand at Anna. “You can get dressed. You’ve been discharged.”

Anna didn’t want to get out of the bed. She doesn't have any undergarments beneath her hospital gown. As if aware of her predicament, Arthur turned his back and gazed up at the mini television mounted to the wall.

Slipping out of bed, Anna winced when she felt the cool air wash over her naked backside. The hospital was under strict instructions that, any time shs was brought in, multiple tests were to be run on her, ensuring that she wasn’t getting sicker.

And I slept right through those tests thank goodness.

He darted toward the closet and grabbed the bag her clothes had been stuffed into. Anna kept the bed between her and Arthur to hide her nakedness as he overturned the plastic bag. She snatched her panty and immediately slipped it on followed by her miniskirt. It wasn’t easy when one of her hands was covered with plaster. She slipped them over her thin frame and then grabbed her bra and shirt, shrugging it on.

Although she knew Arthur had no interest in her sexually, Anna didn’t want the guy to see her naked and thin body.

Give up your dream, dear. Arthur will never be interested in you. But a girl could fantasize. Anna found it harder to get her shoes on. She hopped from one side of her bed to other as she struggled to get the right one on.

Arthur made a noise in the back of his throat before he moved around the bed and lifted Anna by her waist, setting her on the thin mattress. Anna blinked a few times when Arthur knelt on one knee and put her shoes on, lacing them.

Anna had never seen the man on his knees. It was shocking for such a strong and dominant man to lower himself to such a menial task.

“T–thanks,” She said. Her sides still burned where Arthur had touched her. But when she saw that his face was so close to the opening of her skirt, she felt tingly.

All he had to do was look straight ahead and he'll definitely saw how wet she had become. Anna felt the heat branding her cheeks and ears. She bit her lower lip and tried to think of something that would help her situation.

But nothing came to mind. Not with Cristina's father so close. All she could think about was him pressing her onto the bed and f*****g her silly. She groaned and rubbed her temple.

Arthur stood and held his hand out, and Anna noticed some strange emotion in the man’s amber eyes.

“Let’s get you home.”

Home. Not to the Frost Manor or to his house, but home. Why did Anna feel warm and safe at that single word? As if she's waiting for him to say that words to her....

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