“Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you at all.”
When she got her bearings back, she swam away, going to the other side of the pool.
Idiot. What the hell was all that about?
“How did you know where I was?” she asked.
“I followed your trail of crumbs. Those chocolates are expensive,” he said.
“I was hungry.”
“I’m not surprised. You should have eaten more this morning.” He was close.
His hands went to either side of her blocking her against the side of the pool and his large body. She wouldn’t turn around to look at him.
“If you let me get a job I can replace your chocolates.”
“Not a chance. I don’t care about the chocolates. They’re yours. Everything in this house is yours.”
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him lean closer kissing her shoulder.
“I was bored,” she said.
“What would stop you being bored?”
“Work.”
He chuckled. “You’re not getting a job, Clara. Try again.”
Rolling her eyes she thought about what would keep her sane.
“Books.”
“I’ve got plenty of books for you to read.”
“Your taste in books is boring. I’m a woman, Nick.”
“I know.” His hands cupped her br**sts making her gasp.
“I like romance books.” Trying to focus on anything while he cupped her br**sts was hard. Romance books, she needed romance books. Focus on them.
“Do you want paperbacks, or should I organize an e-reader?” he asked.
“What?”
“I can give you an account for your books, or I can have an e-reader in your hands by the end of the day and you can order whatever the hell you like.” He kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse once again.
Heat flooded her pu**y.
“You’d do that for me?”
“I can’t have my woman bored, now can I?” he asked.
She shook her head getting a thrill at his attention.
“Turn around and kiss me.”
Clara spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck holding on. Pressing her lips to his she moaned at the contact.
His hands moved to her hair, tugging on the strands. She broke away from the kiss, closing her eyes as his lips descended. His lips and teeth bit her ni**les.
She wanted more.
The sound of the doorbell going echoed around the house.
“How can we hear that?” she asked, jerking up expecting to see a lot more people entering the room.
“The house is big, and I need to be able to hear everything.” His gaze fell back to her. “Saved by the bell.”
He kissed her lips before climbing out.
Clara accepted his hand and got out alongside him. She wondered who was at the door. Her curiosity was the only reason. She refused to accept that she hated Nick being interrupted.
Grabbing her shirt, she followed behind him. Her emotions were all over the place. She didn’t know what she liked or not.
Chapter Seven
Nick grabbed his trousers tugging them on as he walked out of the pool. He’d forgotten all about the delivery of Clara’s clothes. Taking her hand they walked toward the front door. He left the gate open on his way inside.
The moment he entered the pool seeing her na**d all of his plans left his mind. The only plan he had was to get Clara wrapped around him. Fuck, his c**k was rock hard and causing him no end of trouble.
He opened the door and ushered the people toward the sitting room. “I want you to pick out whatever you want,” he said.
His money spoke volumes, and he had been able to get the woman who owned a boutique in town to bring plenty of outfits for Clara to try.
“Where are you going?” she asked, nibbling her lip.
Shit, she was going to be the death of him.
“I’ve got to see a guy about an e-reader,” he said.
Her smile was beautiful. Kissing her head, he ordered her to have fun. Going into his office, he dialed Dean’s number.
“What can I do for you now?” he asked. “I gave you the means of getting a woman. What more could you possibly want?”
“I need you to pick up an e-reader and bring it to my house,” Nick said, eating one of the chocolates left in the box. They really were tasty. He wondered if she liked them or not. There were not many left in the box. Sipping at the juice he stared out of the window.
“What the f**k for?” Dean was a lazy ass. He only ever did what was necessary and never went out of his way.
“I’ve got to find some way to keep my woman interested. I didn’t buy her to remain on her back at all times.” He took another chocolate waiting for his friend to answer.
“I can’t stay for dinner. Pack is having a meeting and is requesting my presence.” Dean’s pack didn’t like their friendship. Nick wondered if it was going to cause the other man a problem and asked. “It shouldn’t. None of the packs should have any influence in being friends.”
He heard Dean sigh. Their friendship was strange. They were both wealthy businessmen. Dean worked for him as well when it came to business with other wolves. They also had many ventures together making money.
“If it does let me know. I doubt you could handle exile.”
“Fuck off, Nick. I could more than handle exile. I’ve got a string of willing women who’d come with me.”
Laughing, Nick turned back to look through the door. Clara was turning in a pair of jeans that did nothing for her figure and pissed him off. In fact they were horrid. They made her look large without any curves. “I’ve got to go. Don’t forget the e-reader, or I’ll never forgive you.”
“Whatever. See you soon.” Dean rung off first. Snapping his phone shut, Nick went toward the other room.
“You’re not having them. They’re f**king horrid.”
For the next hour he stopped Clara from taking clothes that were awful. When she made no move toward the dresses or skirt, Nick picked out the colors he liked. He stood watching her as she changed into the skirts. The women were sniggering, but he didn’t give them any of his attention. His focus was entirely on the woman in front of him.
“Nick, please, turn around,” she said, begging him.
“This is my hard-earned money. I’m not going anywhere, honey. You’re going to change into the clothes I like.” Tapping his chin, he waited for her to wriggle into the skirt. Staring at it with a critical eye, he picked out three pencil skirts along with ten dresses. “We’ll go shopping soon for more clothes.”