muddle
through the pretense with Jonathan. “I need to check with Jonathan, to make
sure he didn’t have anything planned, but otherwise it would be great.”
Jonathan,
when asked, said it was fine, so Sarah went shopping two days in a row for the
first time in her life.
***
Jonathan didn’t have a
very good day.
He
was a little annoyed that Sarah had deserted him. He’d been hoping they could
do something away from the estate. She hadn’t been to England before, so they
could have done some sight-seeing, which would give him an excuse to not to
spend awkward time with his family.
Instead,
he had no choice but to accept when his uncle suggested they tour the estate,
since it had been so long since he’d been there and he’d missed all the latest
improvements.
Cyrus
Damon was obviously making an effort to be civil, but Jonathan could have done
without several hours with his uncle.
It
was bad enough that his uncle had always treated his scientific ambitions as
second-class, just because Jonathan hadn’t wanted to be involved in the family
business. But now he’d forced him to concoct this ludicrous scheme and
potentially damage the good working relationship he had with Sarah in order to
keep his uncle happy and his lab funded.
If
his uncle had cared about him at all, Jonathan would have no complaints about
putting up with any number of annoyances and eccentricities. But, for Cyrus
Damon, it was all about family obligation.
Nothing
Jonathan had ever done had been good enough for him.
He
made it through the tour of the estate without offending his uncle, and then he
was able to escape to the media room for the rest of the afternoon to play Sea
and Sky, which used to be his favorite video game. The estate, of course, had
all the up-to-date game technology one could hope for, but he dug up the dated
game system so he could play his favorite game. He’d stayed up late playing it
the night before, instead of going to bed with Sarah, and he’d found it a good
distraction.
The
women were having dinner in London, so it was just the men that evening.
Harrison and Andrew were obviously trying to be friendly, so Jonathan made an
effort to respond. They weren’t bad. They were just different, and his work
wouldn’t really impress them. He didn’t think he’d ever be really close to
them.
By
the evening, he was irrationally annoyed with Sarah. He was used to having her
around all the time. She filled his coffee, reminded him of things he might
forget, and otherwise smoothed over rough corners. He could have used her help
in dealing with his family, but instead she was off gallivanting on another
shopping trip.
How
much shopping did a woman need to do? She’d already bought out half of London
the day before.
It
was late when she got back, and Jonathan was reading in bed. She looked tired
and said she was going to take a shower.
Jonathan
just nodded and kept reading, hoping that concentrating on the words on the
page would help distract him from the thought of Sarah and her lush body
getting into the bed with him.
His
hopes were not realized. When she came out a few minutes later, she wore a
simple pajama set—cream colored top with lace straps and cotton shorts—but it
emphasized the curves of her breasts and hips. She must have just brushed her
hair, since it hung down in shiny waves around her shoulders.
She
looked fresh, pretty, almost innocent—and so sexy his body tightened.
He
tried even harder to focus on the tedious findings of a research project he cared
nothing about as she walked over and got under the covers beside him.
She
smelled like vanilla with an undertone of something fresh like lime. He’d seen
the scented lotion on the sink in the bathroom, and the fragrance did something
dangerous to his body.
He
didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d spent all day, every day with Sarah
for the last three years.
He
worked with her. He didn’t respond to her like this .
“How
was your