Moreau's attention was focused straight on something Abihirt was doing in the kitchen. One of the man's hands seemed to be busy spilling capsules into the other. Something she didn't exactly know what, but never left her attention from there, to the throat moving as he downed a glass of water.
Abihirt was shirtless and seemed to have just finished his morning routine. There were several beads of sweat on the man's body, which fell from the base of his jaw to the tendrils creeping into the crevices of his abdominal muscles. An amazing sight in the morning. Moreau swallowed harshly, then tried hard to get rid of the dirty thoughts in her mind. She really, really didn't want to do that. Perhaps she should learn to get used to Abihirt's sturdy body, which didn't seem to realize that Moreau was an inch away, until the handsome face turned. As usual, it was always calm-almost unreadable.It was enough to introduce Caroline to a few things around the corner. Moreau was sure she would understand the dos and don'ts just like Barbara's rules. There was a large urn placed at a prominent elbow, between the walls of the viewing room which then connected anyone to the hallway leading to several different rooms. That was the most serious part... Caroline had to remember not to accidentally or deliberately damage or break any of the things here, including the urn in question. Barbara was always against her things being touched by other hands. Even Moreau herself dared not leave a bad impression. She couldn't face her mother's everlasting anger. Hopefully not having the slightest chance of ruining the woman's favorite. "Have you anything more to ask, Caroline? Otherwise I will return to my room." Moreau added once she felt ready to move on, but the touch of Caroline's fingertips on her shoulder imm
"Why don't you ask my mother directly what she's doing?" she asked for the first time to give Abihirt some information. "Isn't it nice to have a housekeeper hired? So I don't have to go through the hassle of cleaning everything here, in this big house, all by myself, especially now that you're forcing me to be a submissive girl in bed." There was a moment's pause that, for some reason, came so easily to Moreau's mind. She exhaled roughly, still with the need to dive into those gray eyes. It was good that Abihirt would feel offended. Let her stepfather think of some things. It was a good thing that last night Moreau had risked the courage to refuse to go to the red room. Some feelings had urged her to reconsider her earlier decision. Now was no different. Only something made Moreau overcome with an uneasy feeling. She swallowed harshly, then pushed away Abihirt's grip quite firmly. "Next
"So you had a fight with your stepfather, and are going to stay here until your mother finishes her business in Paris?" Moreau only nodded hesitantly after Juan let her sit on the single sofa. The man immediately asked specific questions, which were not forthcoming during their phone call and regarding the request to be picked up. She felt that bringing her own car was not a good decision. Abihirt would easily find her, but really, Moreau didn't want to come face to face. Something inside her was resisting, angry, hurt, because the man was not only abusive in bed. However, he unexpectedly barely gave Moreau a chance to take liberties. The scars left from Abihirt's actions occasionally tried to take control. Moreau had no idea what she was feeling. There was no denying that the memory of that man's hand... that almost touched her face, was like punching a hole in her heart and blowing her into pieces. Moreau snorted, then looked at Juan carefully. "Do you mind if I stay here
From the need to clean up the backyard to the kitchen, Caroline's body suddenly jerked and froze as she found Abihirt's tall form turning his back to her with shoulders that looked solid. She never expected him to come home early. Before leaving, Moreau had said a few things and left a message for Abihirt who seemed to be busy cutting something. The sound of the knife touching the cutting mat sounded so real. Through such a careful action. Caroline quickly controlled herself and stepped closer. There was still a need to get to know the employer who tended to be so familiar. She just had a little trouble remembering some of the recent events. Perhaps slowly Caroline would soon gain the knowledge. "Sir ...." She spoke quite carefully. There was absolutely no intention of startling Abihirt while the man was being serious, so perhaps her empl
"Because you lied to Mrs. Voudly, now I'm really sick." Moreau spoke with an uncomfortable urgency after hearing the clatter of someone approaching. She felt cold all the time, and had just decided to take shelter under the thick blanket. It was quite a relief to be able to sleep in Juan's bed, considering there was only one room here with the man always sharing a bed with someone, if Juan's lover was not busy with work. However, the man had certainly followed Moreau's departure. Now towering over her with his arms folded across his chest. Juan clucked and flopped down on the long sofa. For a moment the man inhaled and exhaled a little roughly. Playing with his own hair with a skeptical look in his eyes. "You're not sick because I lied. That's just a coincidence. The truth is that you refused to eat since noon or afternoon when I offered you something to get into your stomach." Moreau had expected it. She was becoming more and more convinced that Juan was actually gathering
A faint knock on the door caught Moreau's attention. She immediately looked back while trying to adjust her sitting position leaning against the headboard, waiting for Juan to step inside, the strangest thing was, the man always had no sense of decorum, especially since this was just a shared room. Juan should have exercised his full rights, not have to knock; ask permission to simply step inside or do whatever was left. "Come in, Juan. I'm hungry." There was a feeling of tension as she watched the door handle move. Someone rapped firmly, but it barely occurred to Moreau that she would find Abihirt walking in with something in hand. The plastic burger that was then handed over so close in front of her. She frowned. Wondering where the man had gotten the item from. Robbing from Juan? Very unethical if it did happen. "What are you doing here?" After a moment Moreau finally asked the question, half annoyed. She held her head high, acting very bold and not caring at all that
There was a slight difference, it was worth underlining. She was a little scared in the face of his hoarse and deep voice as he turned stern. Saying nothing more, she immediately grabbed the plastic burger, wanting to look inside the contents, but was a little surprised to find a solidly stitched cloth with both legs and hands in funny lumps. One of Moreau's eyebrows rose high as she lifted the object out. A stuffed panda. However, it felt a little wet. "What's this for?" She asked in surprise, hoping for a quick answer as she scrutinized Abihirt's face, which was damn handsome with a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead. The man's fingers seemed to have repeatedly adjusted what was left. It should be noted that the messy dark hair was already a bit long, but maybe... Barbara was not in the mood to ask her husband to trim it. Fuck that. Whatever her mother wanted was not something Moreau needed to interfere with. Faintly... she detected Abihirt's lips s
Irony. Whatever Moreau was doing never escaped the glint in Abihirt's gray eyes. She felt particularly nervous when her stepfather appeared to be waiting for something, perhaps placing the plastic garbage under the foot of the bed, and downing the full glass of water in the bottle she had bought with Juan that day. Moreau would never forget to bring it with her everywhere, even to this place... had just set it down on the nightstand, then glanced at her stepfather with an unexpected feeling. Moreau's breath hitched, then pulled the blanket over herself. "If you don't want to go home. You can wait on the sofa or go meet Juan outside, I want to rest." She added while adjusting her position to lie down. Not so fast. Well, not when Abihirt switched to sitting with half of his body facing her, while one of the man's hands made sure to wrap around Moreau's ribs as he pressed against the mattress. "Juan said you felt cold most of the day." Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice almost subc