He Watches Me: The Seen Trilogy: Part One Read Online Free PDF

examining his or her background.
    “How many people did your father steal from before he was caught?” he asks.
    “It was his first job,” I confess, my father inept as a criminal. “He was desperate. He’d been out of work for ten months and we were losing the house. We couldn’t afford . . .” My voice breaks. I’ve never told anyone this. I’ve never had the opportunity to defend my father’s actions. People, when they find out my family history, immediately judge both my father and myself.
    “You couldn’t afford food and no one would help you.” Blaine stares at his cigar, his green eyes soft, unfocused, and I stare at him, not expecting understanding from this hard, proud man.
    “So now you feed the hungry so others won’t suffer the same fate.” He nods as though he has everything figured out. I wish he’d share that secret with me because I don’t have a clue. “Your mother left.”
    He does know everything about me, all of my ghosts and all of my shame. “She couldn’t take the snide comments and the judgment. She left town one day.” January fourteenth, to be exact. “While I was at school. Our neighbors allowed me to live in their basement.” As long as I remained unseen and unheard. It was then that I mastered the art of disappearing.
    Blaine grinds the head of his cigar into the terra-cotta ashtray. “You were fourteen and alone.” He links his fingers in front of his chest, looking at me with that intense all-seeing gaze of his.
    “I survived.” I shrug off the past, unable to dwell on the pain. “Not everyone did.” My father died in prison. Blaine will know this also.
    “You’re stronger than him.” The billionaire reads my mind. “You’re stronger than both of them.”
    Tears well in my eyes. He’s been so nice to me and I’ve . . . I’ve been less than honest. “Your business card fell out of my pocket while I was at work,” I confess, wishing to rectify this. “My boss saw it and asked me to talk to you. That’s all I promised to do—talk to you.” The words gush out of me.
    “I figured it was something like that.” Blaine tilts his head to the side, studying me. “Don’t worry about it, Anna. I’ll take care of it.” He waves his hand dismissively. I don’t know what he plans to take care of. “I’ll take care of you.”
    I want to believe that. I’m tired, so very tired of being alone. I gaze up at the stars, sitting naked in Blaine’s backyard. He looks up also, fully dressed. We don’t speak. We don’t have to. Being together is enough.
    The moth drifts closer, navigating the night breeze with her brown wings. I watch her and wonder if she was scared when she first flew, when she changed from being a ground-dwelling caterpillar to a creature of the skies, or whether she felt only the burst of freedom, of rightness.
    “You can wash in the waterfall.” Blaine finally breaks the silence. “The conditioner is for you.”
    I reluctantly stand, my knees stiff and my inner thighs sticky. “Will you watch?”
    “Always.” He smiles, remaining seated. “The key.” He holds out his hand.
    “I’ll get it back?” I play with the black ribbon.
    “It’s yours.”
    I remove the key, feeling even more bare without it, and I drop it into his callused palm. I saunter to the waterfall and immerse myself in the cascades. As the water flows over my breasts and between my legs, I cup and squeeze my curves, pinch and twist my nipples, imagining he has his hands on my body, touching me, pleasing me.
    He’ll join me in release this time. He won’t allow me to fall alone. I spread my feet, grip the rock wall and bend over, tilting my ass upward, my pussy facing my audience of one.
    Or is it one? Are there more men in the darkness, wanting me, lusting after me? I roll my hips sensuously, the water streaming down the crack of my ass.
    Blaine groans. I look over my shoulder. His green eyes glitter and his cock presses against the fabric of his dress pants.