Fallen for Her: Book 2 Read Online Free PDF

Maverick died, he hired contractors to freshen up the place.  The agreement with Ella had been:  there’d be no more pets.  He could see that Ella wasn’t going to live up to her end of the bargain.  This really stuck in his craw. 
     
    After he printed off the contract in his office, he went over it carefully making sure his commission was correctly stipulated.  Then he trudged up the stairs and viewed Ella naked in the tub.  She had her head back and her eyes were closed.  She looked so sexy he stepped into the bathroom and stared at her for a long moment until her eyes opened. 
     
    “Oh, Bob, I didn’t even hear you.”  Ella murmured.  “Just relaxing.” 
     
    “Yes, me too, I need to relax right now,” he exhaled.  The light from the window rippled on her small ivory breasts with perfectly pink buds.  He dropped his clothing to the floor and slipped into the tub with her sitting opposite.
     
    “Ella, honey, would you tell me how much you missed me?  You haven’t said that yet.  You know how much I like to hear that.”  Bob whispered.
     
    Ella sat up and gazed at him, the humidity and soapy smell mesmerized him as he placed his hand on her leg.  “Come on, honey, show me.”  Bob felt he was begging her and didn’t like the feeling.  She didn’t seem the least bit excited to see him.  She pushed his hand away from her leg and got out of the tub. 
     
    “It’s all yours.” She said, toweling off and heading for the master bedroom to get dressed.  The image of her moving his hand away and getting out of the tub angered him, but he relaxed in the soapy hot water for a while longer, wondering what it was this time.
     
    He wasn’t a mind reader and he had no idea what was bothering Ella.  He knew she was deep in grief regarding the loss of her father.  But he planned to cheer her up tonight.  He’d just landed another client, was taking her to one of the most exclusive restaurants in the state, and had given her a compliment by touching her leg and trying to get intimate.  What the hell was wrong with her?  He was getting tired of trying to figure her out.  Women were too complicated for him.  That’s why he preferred hookers, and not the cheap ones.  The kind that make a guy’s eyes pop.  They were expensive but they knew what he wanted and there was no drama.  They made him feel like a man, not insignificant the way Ella made him feel lately. 

~ Ella ~
     
    Ella was in the bedroom drying her hair.  She felt nothing when Bob touched her leg in the tub.  Whenever they had sex lately she felt empty afterward.  He didn’t seem to care about her needs sexually.  His constant demands for oral sex were becoming ridiculous.  It was as if he just wanted a release and her mouth was expected to provide it.  He didn’t kiss her or tell her she was beautiful.  There seemed to be a complete absence of concern for her needs. Did Bob even understand she had needs?  He wasn’t even there for her father’s funeral.  He acted almost glad when Maverick died.  As she applied lipstick she heard Bob walk into the master bedroom and he disappeared into his closet.  There was never any conversation unless it was about his client or his most recent trip.  Not much was said about Ella or what she wanted.  He didn’t ask about her job, her friends or her life.  She sometimes wondered if she even existed in his mind.
     
    Ella sifted through her closet and came upon the red dress Bob asked her to wear.  It had a small amount of fabric in a halter style that had a peek-a-boo effect with her breasts.  It was open in the back and dipped lower than she liked.  Bob had purchased it for her two years ago in St. Bart’s.  He liked her to wear her hair up with this dress.  Besides her lips, Ella knew her breasts and the small of her back were the areas of her body that Bob seemed to gravitate to. 
     
    She remembered the last time she wore the dress.  It was at a cocktail