Chapter Seven
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David
She had questions.
I could see them as plain as day on her face, but she didn’t say a word the whole time Rhydian was in the room. The excitement on his face was a thing of beauty and sadness and it was at that moment that I realized how much he missed having a female role model in his life.
He missed having a mother.
Not that Amelia would ever be his mother. Not really.
Rhydian didn’t need a mother not when he had a father who would do anything to protect him. Still it was a sweet sight. Watching her with him, the way she got down to his level and kept the smile on her face even though he knew she far out of her comfort zone.
One day she would make a brilliant mother herself.
One day.
If we all got through this in one piece.
“Right young man, Time to wash up ready for dinner ” My voice cut through what ever whispered conversation they had been having on the rug and she lifted her chin to meet my eyes.
Yeah, she definitely had questions.
Questions that would have to wait, I reached down for her hand. Helping her to her feet. “Glass of wine?”
She didn’t trust me; I knew that much but she kept her pretty mouth shut as she followed me out of the huge open plan living space and into the smaller but equally well-appointed kitchen. I could feel her eyes glued to my back as I pulled out the lasagna my housekeeper had made for us before she left.
“You cook?” her voice held a note of disbelief and I couldn’t help smiling as I turned towards her. Tray in my hands.
She flushed. “I’m sorry that was rude, I just didn’t expect you to be the kind of man who cooked for himself”
“I’m not, my housekeeper has filled the freezer for us” I gave her a wink. “But I can reheat a lasagna”
She giggled and it was a lovely sound coming out of her mouth. Innocent almost.
“You should laugh more” The words were out my mouth before I could stop them, and I regretted them instantly as she clamped her lips shut. Her eyes turning back to guarded. “You are a beautiful woman when you laugh”
“Um thanks” Her voice dripped sarcasm. “So, what’s the deal with” She motioned with her head to the closed door.
“There’s nothing wrong with my son” My voice was firm, but her eyes were glued to my hands, where my knuckles had turned white in an effort to control my anger.
“I never said there was” Her voice was soft as she took the glass dish from my hand, her fingers brushing against my white knuckles. She placed it down gently before turning back to star at my face. “But you need to be straight with me David, otherwise I can’t do my job”
“I know” I touched her face with the pad of my thumb. “I know and I’m sorry that I almost lost my temper” It was the first time I had touched her without there being some ulterior motive and she looked as shocked I felt.
“He hasn’t shifted yet?” She took a step away, widening the distance between us.
“No, I’m not even sure he will. I can’t sense his dragon at all” and that was the horrible truth. I was Dewi Llewelyn, the infamous welsh dragon. A title that had been handed down father to son for a millennium. And my first-born son couldn’t shift. The line of Welsh Dragons would end with me.
“I sense nothing” Her voice was quiet as my head snapped up angrily. What the hell did she mean by that?
How could she feel nothing?
“I don’t know what you are talking about” the coldness had dropped back into my voice. I didn’t know what she was talking about, but I could give it a good guess. It was one of the reasons I needed her. One of the many reasons I needed … I shook my head. Dwelling on those thoughts would do no good. The little witch was far to perceptive to even be thinking about that in her company.
“Ok then” She dragged out the last word, it was easy to forget how young she was but every now and then it showed in her mannerisms. “Well I think I’m going to go and freshen up before dinner. Unless you don’t know how to reheat lasagna” Her voice was mocking.
Fearless little witch.
“Of course, you could always just breath on it” she winked. “Just try not to burn the whole building down ok”
I covered the distance between us in two strides, effectively caging her against the wall by the door. “Careful little witch” My voice was a low snarl. What was it about this woman? I lost all semblance of control around her.
“Or what you will spank me again?”
Was that a note of hope in her voice or was it all my imagination?
“Would you like that Ami?”
I watched as her face turned to stone but the swell of her breasts heaving against the camisole gave her away.
She was turned on.
This was going to be to easy.
I could smell her arousal.
Like taking candy from a baby.
I stepped back just as she licked those full lips, rolling her bottom lip beneath her teeth. Her nervous habit.
I made her nervous.
Good.
“Stop trying to man handle me” She spat between clenched teeth. And I stepped back, hands held up in surrender. “Who is man handling you sweet? Believe me you would know if I was”, I let her past with a smirk, my fingers itching to dig themselves into her hips and bring her body flush with mine.
The click of her bedroom door was all the signal I needed, I slipped my finger over the keypad of my phone, taking a seat at the island I scrolled through until I found the live video feed I wanted.
The one from her room.
Was it a huge invasion of privacy?
Yes.
Did I care.
Not even a little bit.
I sipped my wine as I watched her.
She would be mine.
And my son would be safe.
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