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had in the car. “Please call me Dominic.”
    She
blushed again, a hot sweep of color all over her face and chest. It reached to
the very top of her hairline and under the flowered dress. Dominic delighted in
it, found himself wondering if it went all the way over her breasts too,
perhaps to the tips of her nipples….“Dominic, then,” she said.
    “May
I?” He pointed to the winged armchair next to the bed. She nodded and he took a
seat. He’d have been happy to remain standing, just drinking her in, but his
cock was unbelievably hard. The blush of course, that little show of innocence.
It turned him on immensely. Not that she was innocent in every sense of the
word, he thought. The possibility of that was remote in the extreme, Dominic knew
this from experience. There were few innocent women left, especially in a city
as cosmopolitan as
London
,
but one thing he could tell was that
Rachel lacked experience. Likely she’d had a boyfriend or two over the years.
Probably she’d even slept with them but she wasn’t free and easy and he liked
that. Liked it a lot.
      “How do you like the suite?” he asked.
    The
blush remained as she spoke. “It is so lovely.”
    Of
course it was. The crystal chandeliers, the gold leaf painted walls, it was all
designed to scream extravagance. “I’m glad to hear that.”
    “I
don’t think I’ve ever seen such a huge bed!”
    He
smiled at her words because she said them with such a surprised look on her
face and it was completely novel to him. From any other woman a comment like
that would have been designed to pique his interest, to suggest an interest in
having him join her on the bed. But from Rachel, this woman he had only just
met, he just knew—couldn’t even say how—that that was not the case. Maybe it
was the look of wonder in her cornflower blue eyes as she looked around, or the
way she shot him quick glances before looking away again. Either way Dominic
was pretty damn sure she was simply making conversation, not trying to let him
know that she desired him. Oh, she did, of course. He got that. The blush, the
lack of eye contact, not to mention the way her hands shook as he’d sat her
down in his car. But he wasn’t actually sure she knew she wanted him. From his experience—and he had a lot—some
types of women, women like Rachel it seemed, women whose innocence was only
just gone, were unaware of their desire until he introduced them to it. That
was fine with him. He was a man who enjoyed doing just that, and at the thought
of opening Rachel’s eyes to exactly what he could give her, his cock pulsed.
    More
than pulsed. It ached and he had to adjust his position before speaking again.
“Our guests like a lot of room.”
    “I
bet. My bed at home is tiny compared to this, and the bathroom? I washed up in
there and the bath is just as big, not to mention the shower!”
    “I’m
interested to hear how it compares with other places you have stayed,” he lied.
He wasn’t interested really, not at all. He just wanted to keep her talking. To
hear her soft voice, not to mention give his hard-on time to calm down.
    “The
fabrics are beautiful,” she said softly, running her tiny had over the plump
pillows next to her. “And the colors. I’ve never seen such vivid shades of
purple. It is perhaps a little too much for me, I prefer things simple, but for
your usual guests I imagine it is perfect.”
    Intrigued
he leaned forward. “Simple?”
    She
nodded and cast him one quick glance before lowering her gaze again. Demure, he
thought. She was demure . His cock
hardened to the point of pain. “My family home is very different to this,” she
said. “We live in an old farmhouse. It’s three hundred years old, has been in
my family all that time.”
    “So
you are country folk?”
    “Yes.
We lead a very simple lifestyle,” she said. “The Saturday market is the most
exciting time of the week.”
    He laughed.
He couldn’t help it and she lifted her eyes to meet