THREE

He was moving around the room and trying to get something for her ankle as Amelia watched. She wasn’t sure exactly what he looked like due to the blur her eyes had taken but he was one strong and extremely built man.

He had discarded his coat and rolled up his sleeves, leaving her to stare as his muscles bunched and jumped when he moved.

She was breathless and wanted to attribute it to her flight on the stairs and what she had seen about Ethan. Amelia sniffled, curling into a ball on the large bed as her mind drifted back to Ethan. He probably was still fucking the woman and enjoying the whispers and grunts of onlookers; how fucked up was that?

“Are you calmer now?” The man’s voice reached her.

She was far from calm but she nodded, thanking him again for helping her. He smiled as he approached her, settling himself down at the edge of the bed and holding out the glass of water to her and something else.

“What is it?” she asked, dutifully collecting the white stuff from his hand and swallowing with water.

“For the pain; let me look at your ankle” he said, reaching for her injured leg

Amelia flinched, blushing as his hand stilled above her legs and his eyes met hers, across it. He made no further move to touch her, merely stared at her in surprise and then concern.

“Sorry, I am not used to being touched suddenly” she muttered, stretching her leg towards him.

He said nothing, merely removed the shoe she was wearing and began observing her ankle with such intensity that Amelia blushed again, her body heating up.

“You should be thankful; this is just going to hurt for a while but you have no permanent injury” he announced moments later.

Amelia’s throat closed up as his fingers trailed her ankle, stopping to press against her skin. She shivered against the pure and wanton spark that ricocheted through her at the feel of his hands.

She scolded herself as she retrieved her leg from his grasp; she had just seen her fiancé with some other woman having sex and instead of being devastated, she was fantasizing over another man’s body and fingers.

Shame on you, Amelia, she thought.

This however did not stop her eyes from following him around the room as he discarded the glass he had given her and then flipped open two buttons on his shirt giving her ample view of bronzed chest. She was finding it difficult to draw air into her lungs as she stared at him, willing her heart to stop its stupid and crazy flight.

“So, do you mind talking to me as to why you were in such a hurry?” he asked, taking a seat on the bed.

He was too close for comfort and Amelia hoped he did not see the panic in her eyes or notice the slight movement she made away from him and that scent. It was heady and totally compelling unlike the bartender, whom she had found quite repulsive. She wondered who he was and what he was doing at the club; he did not look like a patron but then again neither did her fiancé.

Her eyes fell as she pulled the duvet closer to her chin; he was waiting for her to say something but what could she tell him that would not make her seem like a fool.

“I followed my fiancé to the club” she began, her cheeks tainting with red when he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“He… I saw that there was an opening ceremony and he was supposed to come home after work and so I followed him. He had no idea that I saw the flyer…” she explained, reaching for her bag and pulling out the flyer, waving it in his face.

He took it from her and stared at it for a moment before folding it away, his gaze returning to her face.

Amelia sighed, clearing her throat as she continued. She owed him nothing but a thank you for helping her but she felt this inexplicable calm in his presence minus the fact that she was drawn to him and could feel some spark for him, she also felt like she could trust him with what had happened and she did want to talk to someone about it.

“You followed him…” he prompted, jolting her straying mind

“Yes I did and I saw… I was given a veil…”

Amelia saw a flicker of realization pass through his eyes but it was gone leaving her to wonder if she had imagined it.

“He was just lying there and getting fucked by some blond while they all watched and it was too much for me so I fled and that was when I stumbled into you” she murmured, her lashes sweeping across her cheek.

“So your boyfriend has a fetish of wanting to be watched while having sex” He stated like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“My fiancé… and I had no idea about this supposed fetish; who the hell likes to be watched while doing something so… intimate” Amelia snapped, her eyes flashing with rage

“I do; it is sexual and heightens pleasure when you know all eyes are on you… getting their kicks from your moans and groans and your pleasure. I could teach you…”

“Amelia” She breathed, her eyes fastened on his lips

When he said it like that; it made her believe him.

She and Ethan had had sex numerous of time and although it hadn’t been all she had expected, he was a great lover and she enjoyed her moments with him. They always tried to have sex about once a week if their schedules allowed and it always was mind blowing to her. He had been her first and she had not ever thought about having sex with another man even when he had playfully suggested it to her once during a game.

“You should try it, Amelia and I think your fiancé is an ass for not telling you about his preference” he murmured, his eyes on her face.

“Thank you” Amelia blushed, leaning away from him… away from that pull that even at the moment was threatening to overwhelm her.

He grinned at her, revealing dimpled cheeks and then got up from the bed.

“You can stay the night; I will make sure no one interrupts your beauty sleep and you should talk to your fiancé about what you saw. It will make it a whole lot better for your relationship with each other” he advised, reaching for the door.

“Are you a patron too?” Amelia blurted, stopping the man in his tracks.

He said nothing, merely opened the door and left her while she thought about how she had no idea what his name was.