His hand remained against her cheek. Her skin was soft. He refused to let go of such beauty. Gazing down her body, he saw her ni**les were rock hard pointing up at him. What he would give to feel them in his palm?
Her lips tempted him. James wanted one taste, just one taste. He lowered his head, cutting off all thought.
James claimed her lips. Prudence didn’t fight him. The instant his lips were on hers the fire ignited inside him. He moved his hand from her cheek, sinking his fingers into the locks of her hair. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her curves against his body. His c**k filled and threatened to rip out of his pants.
Still, he sank his tongue between her lips, tasting her for the first time. Heaven was all he could think about.
Prudence was pure heaven. Her body accepted him as if she’d been made to be his and his alone. He kissed her like a starving man would devour his last meal.
Even as his body went up in flames, his mind settled as he knew he’d found the right woman. Prudence Star was the one for him, and she’d just turned his carefully designed world upside down.
James came up for air, and he stared down into her face. Her eyes were closed with a small smile playing along her lips. He moved his body closer, and she melted against him.
In that one moment he thought of Veronica. He’d never felt anything with her. The few small kisses they’d shared had been nice but nothing like what he felt now.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, finally opening her eyes.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, even as his body protested.
“You were the one to kiss me, James.”
He knew that, just like he knew he was the one who was still holding her in his arms not wanting to let her go.
“I told you I didn’t want you working for him.”
“And now I’m not. What are you going to do with me?” she asked, licking her lips. He’d tasted those lips. They hadn’t sated his desire. Her lips had opened up his need.
James knew of many things he could do to her and wanted to.
He eased her out of his arms then took a step back.
“You can work here, and I’ll drive you home every night.”
“Are you kidding me? You lost me my job so that I can be a barmaid?” she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. “There is nothing wrong with being a barmaid.”
“And there was nothing wrong with what I did. I don’t want to serve drinks for a living.”
A knock came at the door interrupting his thoughts. Leo looked around the door and gestured for him to come. He looked at Prudence before following him out. James knew he’d f**ked up with her. He only hoped she found the work enjoyable.
Chapter Nine
Prue stormed home unwilling to go down without a fight. James was not going to get what he wanted. There must be plenty of jobs out there. All she needed to do was look in the right places. On the way home she picked up a newspaper with the intention of looking for some work. At home, she put the kettle on and sat at the kitchen table circling job offers.
While she made phone calls and crossed out job offers, she rubbed her lips thinking about the kiss. At first for a few short seconds it had been the lightest of caresses, and then within an instant it had intensified.
“Stop thinking about him, Prue. He’s not worth it. Look for another job and put him out of your mind.”
She reached for the phone to dial another number. The phone began to ring. Prue picked the phone up and answered the call.
There was no sound on the other end. She put the phone back down then picked the phone up to dial the number for another job.
By the afternoon, she’d phoned several places and gotten three interviews booked for the coming week. She made herself another cup of tea as her phone rang once again.
Picking up the phone, she greeted them and waited. There was no one on the line other than the heavy breathing.
She paused with her pen over the newspaper. “I don’t know who you are, but please stop calling me.” Prue slammed the phone down then let it sit by her. She hated the calls. Should she call the police?
She shook her head. A heavy breather meant nothing. To relieve her mind she kept the phone off the hook for the rest of the night. Anya and Becky paid her a visit later that night trying to get all of the juicy details out of her. She told them as much as she wanted to. For some reason she wanted to keep James’s involvement out of their conversation.
What he’d done was between the two of them. She wasn’t going to go and tell everyone what had happened.
When they were gone, she linked her laptop up to the internet and typed in his name. There were plenty of searches relating to his name. She added in the word “possession” and then “ravage” to see what else came up in the search engine. Most of the links were repeating what the news had said about their secret society.
She scrolled through the links and found a small one that was something similar to a forum. Prue clicked on the details and read through most of the posts available to her. She knew the basics, but none of the research helped her. If she was going to get answers then she’d need to get them herself.
Prue put her phone back on and dialled James number. He answered immediately.
“I was wondering when you were going to call,” he said.
“I’ve got three job interviews lined up. I’m not phoning about work. I’m phoning because I want some answers.” She licked her lips staring at her reflection in the mirror over her fire place. The black and red hair dye looked fine. She wouldn’t need to do a touch up for another few weeks.
“And you think I’m the one who can give you those answers?”
“You’re the only one I know about Possession and Ravage. I want to know what the media is talking about,” she said, knowing he could blow her off.
He sighed. “Why do you want to know?” he asked.
“If these interviews fall through—”
“Which they will,” he said, interrupting her.
“You don’t know that. Stop interrupting me. It is not fair.” She ran her fingers through her hair, becoming agitated. “I want you to tell me your side of the story.”
He was silent on the other end. “Fine. I’ll pick you up for dinner. I’ll choose the place.”
“Fine. I’ll be ready.”
“Prudence?”
“Yes?”
“Wear something nice and keep your hair down.” He disconnected the call before she got chance to argue with him.