Fairytale Beginnings by Holly Martin Read Free Book Online

before he had even sat down.
    He sat down next to her and started eating his own, deliberately not looking at her in his robe.
    He wanted to say something to clear the air after he had been so grumpy with her earlier, but apologies never seemed to come easily to him and he’d already used up his quota today.
    She finished eating and put the empty plate on the coffee table, leaning back into the sofa.
    He stared down at his food, which seemed to be sticking in his throat along with the apology.
    He finished his dinner slowly and then, when there was nothing else to distract him, he took a deep breath to deliver the apology. ‘I wanted to say sorry for my attitude earlier, when you asked me about my books.’
    He turned to look at her to gauge her reaction and saw that she was fast asleep. He put his plate down on the coffee table, scooped her up and carried her through to his bedroom. He put her in his bed and covered her up, going back into the lounge.
    There were lots of beds along the ground floor he could have put her in which would have saved him the trek up to the tower, but his bed was closest.
    He rolled his eyes as he lay back on the sofa and flicked the TV on quietly. That was a pathetic reason and he knew it, but that was his excuse and he was sticking to it.

Chapter Five
    M illy woke the next morning and looked around her in confusion. She was in a bed but certainly not the bedroom in the tower. She’d obviously fallen asleep on Cameron’s sofa after dinner and he’d brought her to one of the rooms in the servants’ quarters.
    She was still wrapped in his robe and it smelt divine; wonderfully clean and woody. She buried her nose in it and inhaled deeply. It was an intoxicating scent and it made her gut clench with need. What was wrong with her? She had never, ever had feelings about a client before and had always declined those who asked her out, for professional reasons.
    But there was something about Cameron that she couldn’t seem to shake.
    She got out of bed, determined to find the toilet but when she opened the bedroom door she had two shocks. The first was that she was standing in Cameron’s lounge, having clearly spent the night in his bed. The second shock, which had her welded to the floor, was Cameron, soaking wet and stark naked standing in the corner of the lounge, rooting around in his towel cupboard.
    She couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. Holy crap, this guy was huge. Hulking muscular arms, massive thighs, even a broad, muscular back. His bum was toned and tanned just like the rest of him and she had a sudden urge to sink her teeth into it.
    Suddenly he turned around with a towel in his hand and she gave a little yelp at being caught staring at him so openly. She quickly ran back in to the safety of his bedroom and closed the door. But not before she’d seen that his huge size was prevalent ALL over his body. Holy frigging crap indeed.
    ‘Milly, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare or embarrass you.’ Cameron called through the door. ‘I took a shower and forgot that you had my robe and my towel.’
    ‘I can’t believe I saw you naked.’ Although it wasn’t the fact that she had seen him that was causing the burning blush over her cheeks, it was that he had caught her staring with wide, hungry eyes and an open mouth. What on earth must he think of her? Her professional façade was slowly crumbling.
    ‘If it helps, I saw you naked yesterday,’ Cameron called.
    Her eyes snapped open and she yanked open the door. Thankfully Cameron had had the foresight to wrap a towel round his hips by this point, though it did nothing to detract from the magnificent wet chest right in front of her eyes. ‘You saw me naked?’
    Cameron blushed. ‘That probably doesn’t really help things, does it? And not properly naked, just …’ he trailed off.
    She put her hands on her hips. ‘Just what?’
    He looked down, staring at his massive feet. ‘Your dress was wet and very see-through