Uncovering You 6: Deliverance Read Online Free PDF Page A

was in the limousine, when I grilled him about his secretary.
    “Yes,” he continues. “See that you do. I won’t tolerate failure in this venture. Appearances are more important now than ever. We need to drive our stock up before the opening. Any slips will be detrimental to everything we’ve done. Get your best men together. You have one hour. Goodbye.”
    Jeremy comes into the room just as the conversation ends. He spies me behind the counter. There’s darkness in his eyes. It fades the moment he sees me.
    He looks … immaculate, as always. He’s wearing white linen shorts and light brown boat shoes, no doubt from one of the most expensive brands. Every step he takes emphasizes the hard muscles of his deeply tanned calves which stand out against the white.
    A snake-leather belt, the same color as his shoes, emphasizes his narrow waist. The sleeves of his casual dress shirt are rolled up, the front unbuttoned midway to his chest. The shirt is the faintest color of salmon cream.
    If this is what he intends to wear to the meeting, then he definitely knows how to dress for the occasion. The color of his shirt lends the softest touch of femininity, the barest hint of sensitivity. A face like Jeremy’s, naturally intimidates people.
    The clothes counter that. They are precisely what he needs to look casual, and yet still be impressive. No matter how you slice it, his face is his most intense and magnetic feature.
    It’s the sculpture of his cheeks, the inherent leanness of jawbone that comes from possessing such a magnificent body. I once thought that his nose would be too large on any other man. Or anyone less imposing.
    I’m standing by that statement now. It would be too large on just about anybody else. Yet on him, it’s perfect.
    That’s why his clothes are so important. Dressed formally, there is no man alive more impressive than Jeremy Stonehart. His height, his face, his stature, his manner of being… all those things come together to create a most imposing figure.
    It’s his natural way of being. Maybe he wasn’t born that way. But, it is who he has built himself to be over the years. There’s no changing that—not that he would want to. Yet sometimes, having such an effect on people is not the intended result. Sometimes, it’s necessary to take a step back from the intensity and allow a bit of warmth to creep in.
    Hence his wardrobe today. The meeting is no doubt casual. Certainly, that’s how Fey and her parents would approach it. We’re all here supposedly on vacation. There’s a time and place for intensity, and, like Jeremy told me in the car last night, appearances must be maintained. It wouldn’t do for him to show up to the meeting wearing one of his dark suits.
    “Good morning,” he greets me. He cocks an eyebrow as he looks over the bed sheet I have draped over my shoulders. “I would have expected you to be dressed by now.”
    “Should I be?” I ask, pushing up off the counter and sauntering over to him. I let the white sheet go a step away from him. It falls in a pile on the floor around my feet.
    “Lilly …” Jeremy growls. From the corner of my eye, I see his cock twitch against his shorts. A devious smile curls the corner of my lips.
    I put both hands on his shoulders and press myself to him. One hand crawls up to his hair, and I tug his face down to mine. I make him kiss me.
    He seems hesitant, even a little stiff, at first, but that quickly melts away as our lips come together. The kiss is slow, exploratory, almost. I realize a moment later that, like an idiot, I did not even have a chance to rinse my mouth this morning. Yet Jeremy doesn’t seem the least bit opposed.
    He pulls his head away. “God, I want you so bad,” he whispers in my ear. Restraint is clear in his voice. “But, we can’t. Not now. Brunch is in half an hour.”
    I push off and look him in the eyes. “Brunch?”
    “With Thalia and Fey,” he says. “I arranged it while you were asleep. You need to