I had been unable to think of anything but Mia.
I truly couldn't understand why.
I was crazy about her, but above all her duplicity made me crazy.
I knew that a part of her was fine here. However, it didn't take much and suddenly the other Mia came out, the diffident, frightened, and elusive Mia.
I didn't understand what exactly had happened at lunch.
The only thing I knew was that I was horny like an animal while she was sitting on my legs and we were feeding each other.
There was a genuine sensuality in what he did and said. Yet he seemed to be unaware of it.
I had never read malice or provocation in her gaze.
Not even when she moaned with pleasure at every bite.
Naive and inexperienced.
This is what I thought of her, noting how easily she had behaved during the meal but then how that kiss had been enough to make her lose all security.
It was precisely that attitude that kept me from taking her directly on the dining table and making her mine in an instant.
I had to run to take an icy shower to put out that fire that had stuck to my body and that erection that I could no longer contain.
I was trying to check the records of the Bridge that afternoon when I saw Marielle come in breathlessly into my office.
"Miss Mia is passed out!" She warned me agitated and worried.
"Christ! Where now? What the hell happened? "I blurted out furiously.
"She was helping us in the kitchen when the chef started to cut a rabbit to dissect it. The young lady was close to him and passed out when she saw the animal opened up. Luckily, I realized it in time and took it before it could fall to the ground. Now the chef is helping her recover. Randy visited her and said she had a drop in pressure from the shock, "he explained as I ran to the kitchen.
When I got there, I found Mia sitting in a chair, pale as a sheet, drinking cognac under the supervision of the chef, who claimed that his mother always gave it to her brother who suffered from low blood pressure.
"Mia, how are you?" I worried, leaning over her, and taking her face in my hands.
"Your chef is a murderer," she mumbled in a drowsy voice as her cheeks were getting some color.
"You're drunk," I figured, casting a murderous look at the chef for making her drink alcohol. "I'll take you to your room. You have to rest, and I forbid you to set foot in here again. After what happened, I won't go along with you and I don't give a damn if you accuse me again of being domineering with women, "I decided categorically, taking her in my arms as she was still shaken up and could not stand.
"I swear to you that I have never caused so many problems to a person as I have to you," Mia tried to justify herself, wrapping her arms around my neck and resting her head on my shoulder.
"I have trouble believing you."
"Maybe you're the one who brings me bad luck."
"Thank you," I hissed acidly, climbing very other step towards the upper floor.
"But I like you all the same," she whispered in my ear, letting the tip of her nose slide over my cheek. "Yes, I like you very much," she murmured as hypnotized, beginning to give me light kisses on the neck and cheek.
"If you keep this going, I will take it as an invitation to take you to bed and have sex," I warned her, feeling the excitement explode inside me again.
"I'm just touching you."
"You are provoking me. I told you once to stop if you don't want to face the consequences. "
"How can you say I'm provoking you?"
"I know women."
"I don't doubt it. Who knows how many women you've been with so far?"
"Enough to know you're too drunk to understand what you're doing to me," I surrendered, trying to chase away the image of the two of us naked in bed together. "And what about you? How many men have you been with?" 'I ventured to ask, regretting it immediately afterwards.
"Nobody. I have been taught that for certain things one must wait for marriage. "
"What a backward mentality!"
"Retrogressive and sexist! If my father saw me right now, in your arms, he would kill me. "
"Why? I'm just taking you to your room. "
"Because you're an Orlando," she clarified, returning to kissing me and sniffing my neck. "You smell good."
"Your father isn't an admirer of my family, is he?" I asked, trying to take advantage of that moment to extract information from her. Every time we talked, I had never been able to get half the information, but now ...
"No, he hates you. He says your family took something that was his. "
"It doesn't surprise me," I answered thoughtfully. The Orlando were famous for taking what did not belong to them in order to increase their power. This was one of the reasons why I had started to distance myself from that world of corruption, threats, and embezzlement.
"That's why he doesn't have to know about ... this."
"This what? "I wanted to understand, but, as soon as I turned to her, Mia took my face in her hands and kissed me with passion. I felt her opening to me and relaxing as I started kissing her with my tongue.
"Swear to me you'll never tell anyone," he asked me when we broke away.
"I never make promises that I don't know if I can keep," I replied kissing her again as I placed her on the ground.
"I can't," she pushed me away after a long kiss, while my hands ran over that body that seemed made only to be adored and caressed.
"I know you want me," I tried to convince her when I noticed the effect of alcohol was gone.
"Yes, I want you. Too much not to know that all this will have disastrous consequences for both. I will leave tomorrow and it important that I forget about you soon and you will have to do the same. "
"Give me a good reason why you should leave. You know very well what awaits you outside this place, "
I reminded her, thinking back to her thousand secrets and troubles that had brought her to seek refuge at the Bridge.
"Yes, I know, and it scares me. But staying here means ending up falling in love with you and this would be a thousand times worse than what I have to face when I get home. "
I looked at her intensely. She had just said that he was falling in love with me, but at the same time she was refusing me.
Mia, what are you hiding from me?
"Agreed. Did you then decide how to get false ids? ", I changed my strategy.
"No, and it's an expense I can't afford."
"I know a guy who takes care of providing new identities," I told her.
Mia started. I could see that bit of hope she felt deep in her eyes.
"Work for me for a month as a waitress and I'll give you the money you need," I proposed.
"Really?"
No, I'm just looking for a way to keep you close to me because I'm not willing to lose you. Not yet.
"Yes," I replied dryly.
"I'm in. I will do anything! "She excitedly embraced me happily. It was the first time I had seen relief on her face.