Be a Doll(11)

But when my eyes landed on her feet clad in very high heels equally black, the famous ones with red soles, I had a sudden twitch in my pants, something that had been happening frequently ever since I thought of my fiancée.

I might not be ecstatic to marry and I might not care much about this arrangement, but I was still a man and the promise to touch this woman had me turned on a lot more than I would have expected.

“Mr. Grimes,’’ she said, her perfectly arched eyebrows slightly furrowed as her clear blue eyes took me in without much of a hint of interest.

“Miss Hodge.’’ I put my hands in the pockets of my slacks, aware that it would mold my suit closer to my body and show off my muscles. It was a test to see if it’d sway Miss Hodge any. She didn’t bat an eyelid, but kept her attention on me, a very fake smile on her ruby red lips. She acted exactly how she had been taught and the urge to find the fire-spirit I had met during that interview burned inside me, making me way more excited than I should be. “I believe it’s time we start our evening, Mrs. Stein.’’

The old rag’s nostrils flared slightly as her eyes kept on detailing the stunning young woman that arrived. “Yes, of course. I hope you have a nice evening,’’ she said with a tense smile for me and then a warning glare for her student who merely narrowed her eyes on the older woman as she walked past her.

Without waiting, I turned around and walked to one of the chairs to pull it back for Miss Hodge. Her heels clacked on the floor again and it made me shiver as the thought of fucking her with those heels took me off guard. My hands tightened on the back of the chair as she appeared in front of me so I could slide the chair behind her.

My eyes met an inviting expanse of bare skin. The dress dipped very low on her back and only a bow kept the dress closed, a bow starting from her shoulders to sit in the middle of her back. It wouldn’t take much to tug on that bow and untie it.

Once she’s seated, I took a deep breath and walked around the table to get to my assigned seat, gaining some control back on my undisciplined cock.

For the first time, my eyes caught the gleaming ring on her finger as she put her hands on top of the table. “I see you’re wearing your ring.’’

Her eyes fell on it. “I couldn’t not wear it, especially when I’m meeting my fiancé.’’

Well-mannered and proper with a hint of sarcasm I could have missed if I didn’t know the kind of spirit she had. “Does that mean you don’t wear it around the Manor?’’

She locked eyes with me and the fire in them had me twitching in my pants again. She offered a challenge, something rather amusing considering she’s my fiancée and a sure bet. It intrigued me.

“I’ve been wearing it since I received it, Mr. Grimes. I believe I should get used to having a ring on that finger considering we’ll be married in a few weeks.’’

“The month will fly in no time. I hope you have your wedding dress ready.’’ I held up the wine bottle, asking silently if she wanted a glass and at her stiff nod I poured us both a drink in the crystal glasses.

“It’s currently being made. It’ll be delivered a few days before the ceremony. Don’t you worry, Mr. Grimes, I’m not going to embarrass you.’’

My fingers tightened on the stem of the glass, but I made sure to not rise to the baiting tone of her voice. It’s strangely stimulating, that game. In a way she wanted to throw me and I wanted to shed that persona they molded her into here, at the Manor. I was thankful that she was able to navigate the social codes that my life presented, after all, that’s why I was picking a wife here, but as a man, her fire underneath had me riveted more than I should be. I bet the mild interest I had in my fiancée would be gone as soon as I had access between her thighs after our wedding.

“I’m not worried, Miss Hodge.’’ I took a sip of the wine and welcomed the fruity aroma and the punch of the alcohol. “Tell me, what was your reaction when Mrs. Stein informed you of our engagement?’’

Her slender fingers stilled on the tablecloth as she was about to take her wine glass. Her eyes momentarily locked with mine and the fire in the blue depth only made my blood run faster. “It’s a great chance for me, Mr. Grimes. I was surprised, but delightfully so.’’

A wry smile almost took over my mouth, but I fought it until only a stone cold mask stood. I didn’t want to give her the chance to see that even though I was marrying her for business, she still amused me and mostly intrigued me so much so that I wanted to fuck her polished attitude out of her, at least for a few hours. Once again, thoughts of our wedding night made me twitch in my pants. I wasn’t used to this type of interaction with a woman and the stimulation it offered was hard to contain.

“Delightfully so, you say? Hm…’’ I took another sip of my wine, my eyes trained on her face, making her wait for my next words and as the perfect wife-to-be trained that she was, she didn’t enjoin me to finish expressing myself. She waited, because in such a marriage, she would only be a trophy wife, an asset for a man like me. It went completely at odds with the spirit in this woman. “From our last meeting I wouldn’t have thought this would be a word you’d use.’’

Poised in her antique chair as if she wasn’t uncomfortable from my observation, she kept her eyes on me with a boldness that only made me harder. She didn’t cross her arms in a defensive position as you’d expect from anyone else. No, she didn’t move an inch and went as far as to let her eyes wander for a few seconds all over my face and along my shoulders and chest encased in my Armani suit.