His Every Need by Terri L. Austin Read Free Book Online

doing some odd jobs for a friend, fixing up some
     rental properties, repairing old appliances on the side. It doesn’t pay much, but
     since Mr. Blake has forgiven the loan and offered to pay off the medical bills…Allie,
     you can’t know what a relief this is.” He let out a sob and sniffed a couple of times.
     “Sorry, I just can’t believe he’s doing this. Thank him for me.”
    Allie felt a lot of things toward Trevor, but gratitude wasn’t one of them. “I’ll
     come by tomorrow and check in.”
    “By the way, we’re out of paper towels. And coffee filters.”
    “Paper towels are under the sink and coffee filters are in the pantry, third shelf
     down.” She pressed her lips together. He was going to fall apart without her. This
     was a mistake, moving in with Trevor. But what choice did she have?
    ***
    Allie was awakened by tapping, then a rattle of the door handle. Disoriented, she
     rubbed her eyes and tried to figure out where she was. Right, Trevor Blake’s house.
     She stumbled out of bed and unlocked the door. Standing on the other side of it was
     a middle-aged, round-faced, cheerful bundle of energy with curly red hair.
    “Good morning, miss,” she said in an English accent. But hers wasn’t fancy, like Trevor’s
     and Arnold’s. “I’m Frances. Sorry I wasn’t here yesterday to greet you proper. My
     day off.” Clad in a black dress and black tennis shoes, she hustled into the room
     and pulled back the curtains, flooding the place with light.
    “Nice to meet you,” Allie said before she walked back to bed and huddled under the
     blankets. She couldn’t do cheerful this morning, she was too exhausted.
    “Time to rise and shine. Mr. Blake is waiting on you.”
    Allie groaned and checked the time. Seven o’clock wasn’t early, but she’d spent the
     night in tears. Her eyes felt swollen and grainy. “Tell Mr. Blake to stuff it.” She
     pulled the covers over her head.
    Frances laughed. “Oh, I won’t be doing that. Come on now, love.” She played tug-of-war
     with the blankets but managed to yank them out of Allie’s clutched hands. “You need
     to get up. Mr. Blake says you have a full day ahead of you.”
    Allie glared at Frances but stopped herself. It wasn’t Frances’s fault she was in
     this mess. Sitting up, she pushed a stray piece of hair out of her face. “Okay, I’ll
     be down in a few.”
    “I’ll have a nice cup of coffee waiting for you. How do you take it, love?”
    She was beginning to like Frances. “Lots of cream and sugar, please.”
    As Allie climbed out of bed, she had to wonder what Frances and Arnold thought about
     her. Did they know she was Trevor’s mistress? She was probably one in a long line
     of women who stayed in this room, servicing Trevor Blake. She shouldn’t care. He’d
     be on to the next girl soon, and Allie could get back to her family.
    She washed quickly and changed into a pair of faded jeans and a blue T-shirt. Screw the makeup. If Trevor Blake didn’t like her face in its natural state, he could suck it.
    Just like she had sucked his finger last night. He’d stroked his hand absently up
     and down her back as she took him in her mouth. His hand against her skin…
    No, focus . She couldn’t afford to get distracted. He was waiting on her, and she needed a clear
     head. She trotted down the stairs and ran into Frances.
    “I was about to come and get you. Mr. Blake is getting a mite peevish. Follow me,
     dear.”
    “Aren’t we going to the dining room?”
    “No, until last night, we hadn’t used it in years.” She came to a stop in front of
     a doorway that opened to a blue and white room. It seemed cheerful and homey—and not
     a knickknack in sight.
    Allie poked her head in the door and the rich smell of coffee called to her. Trevor
     was already seated at the table, BlackBerry in hand.
    “Don’t stand there hovering, Miss Campbell. You may have all day, but I assure you,
     I do not.” He never looked up from