Dark Secret by Marina Anderson Read Free Book Online Page A

serious,’ he continued. ‘Rowena finds it very helpful. Why not try it?’
    Harriet’s heart seemed to jump in her chest as she thought about Lewis using his hands on her, letting his long slim fingers massage her feet. She longed for it, but for some reason the words of acceptance refused to pass he rlips.
    ‘Come along,’ said Lewis briskly. ‘Sit in the basket chair by the window and I’ll do it before we eat.’
    He sounded so matter-of-fact that some of her awkwardness faded. Even if her thoughts were running along sexual lines it didn’t seem as if his were, and this chastening realisation made it easier for her to do as he said.
    She sat in the chair and slipped off her high heeled shoes. ‘What about your stockings?’ he asked with a smile.
    ‘I wear tights,’ said Harriet, realising this was hardly a sexy admission.
    Lewis pulled a face. ‘How dull! Well, I can’t massage your feet through tights; you’ll have toslip them off.’
    Harriet went to go into another room but he blocked her way. ‘For heaven’s sake, Harriet, I’ve seen more actresses changing clothes than you’ve typed letters!’
    ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled and her hands slid up beneath her thankfully full skirt and she tugged her tights down in what she was aware was a decidedly unerotic display of stripping.
    ‘Now sit down and relax,’ Lewis commanded her, but Harriet’s shoulders felt worse than when she’d finished working for Rowena. She watched as Lewis took a bottle of olive oil from the work top then sat on the wooden floor at her feet, his legs tucked sideways. He drew her right foot on to the top of his thighs, poured some of the oil into the palm of one hand, rubbed his hands together and slowly, with firm but gentle kneading movements, worked his way from the centre of the her foot towards the sides. He began at the heel and in a leisurely fashion moved towards the toes. When he reached the soft padded part of the sole behind the toes themselves he pushed his thumb down hard and rotated it in tiny circles.
    As he worked Harriet could feel her whole body responding. Her shoulders and neck muscles did relax but the rest of her didn’t. She could feel her breathing quickening and her nipples brushing against her silk camisole top.
    It was as much as she could do stop herself from wriggling around on the seat of the cushioned wicker chair, and when Lewis glanced up at her face she felt sure that he must know from her face exactly the effect he was having on her.
    Lewis did. He reached for the oil again anddipped a forefinger into it before softly pushing his slippery digit in and out between each of Harriet’s toes in turn, twisting it from side to side as he went. The sexual implication behind the movement, coupled with the marvellously erotic sensation, made Harriet feel as though she was turning into liquid and she knew she was becoming moist between her thighs.
    When he’d finished with her right foot he put it tenderly to the floor and proceeded to repeat the whole process with her left. It was almost more than she could bear; the tender, sensual caresses that soothed and yet aroused at the same time made her whole body long for his touch. If he could have this much effect on her by touching her feet she wondered what would happen if he moved on to more intimate places.
    As he reached her toes for the second time and his silken finger slipped insinuatingly between them she suddenly felt her thighs begin to tremble and the whole of her lower body tightened. To her shock and horror she realised that if he didn’t stop she was going to have an orgasm, and she tried to draw her foot away.
    ‘Keep still,’ he whispered. ‘Let yourself relax. Enjoy it, that’s the whole idea.’
    ‘No, really I’m fine now I …’
    It was too late and before she could finish her sentence Harriet’s body was shaken by a tiny tremor and her toes curled upwards with the pleasure. She was mortified, but if Lewis knew what had