An American Submissive in Britain by Laney Rogers Read Free Book Online Page A

seeing her house for the first time. Maybe he would push her a little, see if there was a need in her that maybe he could fill. But that would have to come later. Right now, he had to personally show her around her new property.
    Opening the gate, he led her up a narrow path to the front door. A local electricity firm van was parked in the small driveway to the right of the house.
    “I took it upon myself to make sure all the electrics were up to standard. The electrician is a friend of mine, so I let him have a spare key. I thought he would be finished by now,” Guy stated, frowning.
    “Oh, that was really kind. Thank you for being so thorough,” Gina replied.
    They reached the front door, and Guy waved his hand in a grand gesture. “After you,” he said with a smile.
    The door was unlocked, and Gina soon found herself in a hallway with polished wooden floors and doors leading off on either side. A staircase curved around to the upstairs, and the hallway carried on down to what looked like a kitchen. Gina almost ran from one room to another as Guy watched, delighted at her enjoyment.
    “Holy crap, take a look at this kitchen. It’s incredible,” she yelled over her shoulder.
    Guy joined her, chuckling.
    “I hope you’ll be my first guest for dinner,” she said animatedly. “I’m a great cook, you know.”
    “I’d be delighted,” Guy replied with mock formality. Then he frowned. “It won’t be greasy hot dogs or anything like that, will it?”
    Gina took in his teasing smile and retaliated with a loud gasp of shock. “How dare you imply that Americans only eat fast food of that nature. I’ll have you know that I’m a very proficient cook and can make a whole array of nutritious, delicious dishes for every occasion.”
    Guy raised his eyebrows. “Well, maybe I’ll just have to take you up on that offer and see for myself.”
    A look passed between them that neither could ignore. A spark of something was definitely there, just waiting to be ignited.
    The moment was broken by one of the electricians, and Gina carried on with her exploration while Guy took care of business.
    After a while, Gina returned to the now empty kitchen and decided to check out what was behind a small door she had missed earlier. A key was in the lock, and after struggling with it, she found herself at the top of a narrow flight of stairs, the bottom of which was completely in darkness.
    She felt her pulse start to quicken but pushed the anxiety quickly back down. She was not going to indulge in any of those past fears, especially on an amazing day like this.
    Catching sight of the switch, she turned on the overhead light and determinedly made her way down the staircase.
    She found herself in a small, musty-smelling room, and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light back at the top of the stairs, she spotted several wine racks and boxes in one corner. It was just an old wine cellar. Gina made a conscious effort to relax, but the memories flashed determinedly through her mind.
    “Stop… It… Now,” she said out loud to the empty room and worked to replace the anxious thoughts with ideas to improve the lighting, and she’d buy some great British wine to stock up her new home.
    Positive thoughts began to replace her fears, and smiling to herself, she turned to leave the room.
    Two things happened simultaneously. The light at the top of the stairs went out, and as she swung round in the darkness, something small and furry ran over her foot.
    Gina let out a shriek, jumping back in alarm and stumbling over a small crate as she did so. She fell, landing with a yelp of pain on the hard concrete floor.
    Instantly, all her control melted away, and she was back in the darkness of eighteen years ago, panic taking over any rational thought, desperate to get out of that other pitch-black basement and into the daylight where her friends would be waiting for her.
    She was terrified that more of the rats would appear and begin to crawl over her,