Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

interest in you? Never! Just let me turn this down a sec.” Illeanna turned off the burner, but before she could place the cover on the pan of food, he turned her toward him and covered her mouth with his. The feel of his hands pressing down over her ass then squeezing her to him drove her wild. Oh yeah, she loved her hot Cajun men. All five of them.
     
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    Isaac hadn’t said a word except “good evening, Miss Aubert,” and that the ride would be about twenty-five minutes. Mikayla stared out the window after she absorbed the fine interior of the top-of-the-line Range Rover. She had fixed her hair and reapplied some lip gloss before he arrived. Now she wished she had a chance to go home and change but knew that she wouldn’t have been able to pick out an outfit once she was there anyway. Her palms were sweaty, and she was feeling that tight sensation in her belly. She went over different possibilities of what might or might not happen this evening in her head. She was glad she showered this morning before work and shaved, too, instead of last night. Oh God, what the hell am I thinking?
    She knew exactly what she was thinking. With a man as attractive and charismatic as Pierre, what sane woman wouldn’t think about potential sex? But she wasn’t exactly good at this sort of thing. She hadn’t even had sex since Justin left her. The tears threatened to fall at the thought of him. Why did she feel so used and not good enough? God, her sisters would go crazy if they knew how Mikayla truly felt about herself. Every time she looked in the mirror she could see all her faults. Her eyes were too big and gave away her emotions. She looked like a damn puppy dog. Her nose was tiny, her lips full, and she had a set of beauty marks that looked like the little dipper along her ear and neck. “Geesh!” she whispered. Why was she even bothering with this dinner date? She began to truly panic. She felt her hands begin to shake and a feeling of claustrophobia nearly overwhelm her. She started to say Isaac’s name but had difficulty speaking, and before she totally freaked out even more, Isaac pulled up to a security gate and pressed in a code to enter what appeared to be a large estate. The neighborhood was one of the best upscale neighborhoods in the area. Each property had seclusion and security. As they traveled up a long driveway, a stunning, very old but meticulous-looking estate appeared. It was breathtaking.
    She couldn’t turn back now. Unless maybe I claim I am feeling ill and better head back home in case it is contagious? Yeah, that sounds good. No, it sounds lame. Damn!
    Isaac parked the car then came around to open the door for her. He walked her up the steps, and as soon as the door opened, she saw Pierre. He was dressed in a pair of dress slacks and a dark-colored dress shirt. He looked sensational. Did the man ever look bad?
    She stifled the moan that seemed to mysteriously appear in her throat at the sight of the God before her. Get a grip, Mikayla. Remember that he lied to you. He hadn’t told you his real name. You need to find out why? Cop an attitude and gain some control here.
    “Good evening, Miss Aubert, please come on in and welcome,” he stated as he motioned with his hands for her to come and follow him into the other room. The center hall was magnificent, with a winding staircase and a huge crystal chandelier that hung from the cathedral ceilings.
    She stood in position and placed her hands on her hips as she stared at him, trying her hardest to give a stern expression.
    “Mr. Pierre Bently or is it Pierre Fromm?” she questioned him, and he walked closer to her and smiled. Man, could she get lost in a smile like that. His lips were firm, and confidence poured from his shoulders. She imagined him kissing her, and she felt her heart rate increase. She would surely feel a kiss from lips like that clear to her toes. Get a grip, Mikayla, you’re angry, remember?
    He took her hand and bowed his