Knight 01 Knight And Play by Kitty French Read Free Book Online Page B

SIX
     
    Sophie stepped into the bedroom and sat down on the club chair nearest to the window.
    Lucien leaned one strong shoulder against the door and tilted his head to one side, watching her.
    She crossed her ankles and looked up at him.
    “My husband is having an affair, Lucien.”
    He had the grace to look genuinely shocked, then waited and watched for her to continue.
    “And here’s the thing. Right at this moment, he’s God knows where with God knows who until next weekend, and I don’t think I even care.”
    How good did it feel to say that? Sophie was momentarily taken aback by the strength of her relief at hearing her own words out loud. Dan had held her down with his casual disinterest for long enough. Acknowledging it was a release. Lucien crossed the room slowly, never taking his eyes off her, and sat in the chair opposite.
    “He’s a fucking fool.”
    Sophie shrugged and looked out of the window. “Maybe. He’s avoided having sex with me for more than six months now.”
    “I’ll say it again. He’s a fucking fool.”
    “Yes.”
    Sophie gazed at Lucien opposite. Jesus, he was beautiful. If she was going to be unfaithful with anyone, this sinful, sexy man was it.
    “Would it help if we fucked?”
    Sophie laughed and put her hands to her cheeks in shock.
    “Could we at least have a drink first?”
    Lucien lifted an eyebrow at her and crossed the room to open a sleek cabinet. He returned moments later and placed a champagne bucket and two glasses on the table between them, then sat down opposite her again.
    “Take your dress off,” he said, softly.
    Sophie caught her breath. If she’d thought she was turned on before, she’d been mistaken. Now, she was turned on.
    She got to her feet slowly and turned her back to him. “I need help with the zip.” She didn’t actually, she could have dragged the dress over her head as she had this morning, but that didn’t seem appropriate for this moment. She stood for a few seconds, and the horrible thought struck her that he might not get up and help. It melted away the instant she felt him lift the weight of her hair over one shoulder to expose the zip. His fingers brushed hot against her neck, and it took all of her efforts not to turn around. The sound of the zipper sliding down was indecent in the quiet room. Sophie couldn’t be certain, but she thought he ran the lightest of fingertips down her spine as he went.
    “Take it off,” he breathed against her ear, then slid back into his chair to watch her again, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.
    Sophie turned to face him, and the raw lust in his eyes was so unfamiliar, so powerful, that she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She slipped the dress off one shoulder and then the other, then held her breath as she let go of the material and allowed it to slither to the floor.
    Lucien’s eyes moved slowly from hers, over her shoulders, and lingered on her breasts encased in black silk. Sophie squirmed, and fought the urge to bring her hands up to cover herself.
    “Stand still.”
    He leaned in, poured the champagne and handed her a glass. She took it and drank deeply, letting the bubbles fizz on her tongue.
    His eyes moved from her breasts to her stomach, lower to her black silk knickers.
    “Turn around.”
    Fuck. Sophie wanted to gather up her clothes and run. Or… maybe she didn’t. She found that she wanted to turn around and let him stare at her backside.
    She turned around.
    For endless, silent seconds, he didn’t move a muscle. Sophie rubbed a finger up and down the stem of her glass as she wondered what he was thinking. She badly wanted to see his face. She knocked back half of her champagne, terrified that her silk-clad backside didn’t meet his approval.
    She never usually wore stockings. It had taken ten minutes this morning to find the hold-ups in the back of her wardrobe, but she was glad of the effort now.
    She was on the verge of turning round when she felt Lucien’s hand on her