Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 13

I'm on my knees, gingerly plucking up pieces of glass from the kitchen floor, when Harry strolls in from the bedroom. I glance up. Oh, that gait of his. He rocks up to me wearing heavy, beige board shorts, a white Ralph Lauren Polo shirt – collar turned up. I'm on my knees, lips parted, looking deprived. He stops in front of me, looking down with a grin on his face. He looks younger.

'I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage.' I tease.

His eyes sparkle with delight as he squats in front of me. 'It would seem your disadvantage would be my complete advantage.' he winks.

I want to jump him, but with a hand full of glass shards, us both fully dressed and late, I shall resist.

'Here,' He holds both his hands out in front of him for me to transfer the glass. 'You should have left it, you could have cut yourself.' he moans at me. I tip the glass into his palms and heave myself up from the floor, while he empties his hands, tipping the glass into the sink. 'I'll sort it later.' He slips his shoes on, collects his keys and my bags, before grabbing my hand to lead me to the door.

'Are you working today?' I ask.

'No, not much goes on at The Manor during the day.' He winks at me. I melt. He's all roguish, and I love it.

He opens the door and we're immediately met by a couple of scruffy looking men with clipboards, wearing blue overalls. The embroidered print on their uniforms reads, "B&C Removals".

'Mr Styles?' The one that looks like a trucker asks, his yellow teeth indicating at least fifty cigarettes and twenty cups of coffee a day.

'The boxes in the spare room go first. My housekeeper will be here shortly to assist with the rest.' He pulls me through the corridor, leaving the trucker type and his lanky apprentice to get on with things. 'Be careful with the ski and bike equipment.' he yells behind him.

'You have a housekeeper?' I ask, completely stunned. I don't know why. The man's brought the penthouse at Lusso for a cool ten million. Why is this only just sinking in? He's really rich.

'She's the only woman I couldn't live without,' he replies flippantly. 'She's off to Ireland next week to visit her family. It'll all fall apart then.'

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I make it to my car in record time, after Harry dipped and weaved through the early morning traffic. Fellow drivers seem to be more accommodating to an Aston Martin and a few hand gestures. He loads my bags into the back of my car, while I check my phone. Ten past eight. Okay, I'm late. I fire a quick text to Beth to tell her I'm on my way and look up, finding him staring at me. Even through his sunglasses – which he looks tremendous in – I can feel that potent, green gaze blazing my skin.

I open the driver's door of my Mini, jump in and start the engine. Harry is crouched down by my side before I can close the door.

'I'll take you for lunch.' he informs me.

'I told you, I've got stacks to get done.' I'm not being sidetracked by roguish Harry, although he is very distracting.

'Dinner then,'

'I'll ring you later.' I've spent the whole night with him, he's fucked me into oblivion, and I need some recovery time.

His shoulders sag and he scowls heavily. 'Are you refusing me?'

'No, I'll call you later.' I say on a frown.

'Fine,' he snaps. 'Make sure you do.' He leans in, resting his palm on my jean clad thigh, and plants a deliberately scorching hot kiss on my lips. He knows what he's doing. He pulls back, leaving me slightly breathless. 'I'll wait for your call.' he says, strolling away, enhancing that bloody gait. That was a look-what-your-missing kiss. It worked.