Trusting Stone by Alexa Sinclaire Read Free Book Online Page B

when they had sex, that she realized most of it was hype. And she stopped worrying that something was wrong with her.
    The sensations her friends were talking about weren’t genuine—most of them were as desperate for an orgasm as she was. Eden succumbed to the fact that the odds were not in her favor for a fulfilling sex life. The attack was simply the final straw. But when Sebastian had touched her, the feeling he had induced in her body was like something out of a romance novel. She had become wet almost even before he kissed her, and the orgasm she gave herself after he had dropped her off at home was the best she’d ever had. Maybe the problem hadn’t been her all along. Maybe it had been that Joachim just wasn’t the right guy. Maybe there was such a thing as chemistry.
    The intercom buzzed, drawing her out of her reverie about Sebastian. She pressed the button, wondering what the front desk wanted. Rick, her doorman, came through the intercom.
    “Miss Maxwell, you have a visitor in reception. A Mr. Sebastian Stone.”
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Eden stepped away from the intercom, holding her hand over her mouth. She must have misheard. The intercom buzzed again, repeatedly. She pressed the button once more, trying to gather herself to speak clearly.
    “Yes, thank you, Rick. Please send him up.”
    Eden couldn’t believe this was happening. How had he found her? She glanced at herself in the mirror in the hall, disappointed to realize that she was a far cry from the demure, silken woman she had been that night. Even with her mini-panic attack, she knew she had looked good that evening. But she had mostly returned to her usual defensive outfit of jeans and top, only with a few variations. As part of New York Eden, she had started wearing v-neck t-shirts that clung to her figure nicely instead of the usual high-necked ones that covered her completely. She’d even unpacked some old sandals with a slight wedge heel. She still felt unprepared for Sebastian.
    Her parents had shipped all her old clothes to her apartment and she was slowly letting herself enjoy dressing up again. But she had made a minimal effort this morning and now she regretted it. Her hair was piled up on her head in a messy bun and she had only just applied some brown mascara. She knew she wouldn’t have time to find some lip-gloss or change into a more attractive top. Instead, she focused on her breathing, shocked that just knowing he was going to be in her apartment in a few seconds was enough to make her wet.
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    Eden held on to the kitchen island, her gaze sweeping across Sebastian’s face. She had strategically placed herself behind the island, keeping it as a buffer between them. She didn’t trust herself enough not to throw herself at him and embarrass them both. While she yearned to pick up where they had left off a week ago, she wanted to know what was going on. How had he found her and what did he want? She hoped it was her, but she had her doubts.
    A man like Sebastian Stone could have any woman he desired, that had been made clear enough during Eden’s brief reading through the celebrity gossip sites. He had been linked to several models and actresses, although she suspected, and hoped, it was mostly tenuous speculation. But still, while she wanted nothing more than to walk across the room, feel his hands on her body, his lips on her own, she controlled herself. And now he was standing in her kitchen, silently watching her with those eyes. He hadn’t spoken a word when she opened the door.
    “How did you find me?” she finally asked, breaking the silent stand-off between them.
    “It wasn’t really that difficult. I work in security . It’s my job to be able to find people. I also have some contacts at Edinburgh University and it was simply a matter of requesting your forwarding address from their files,” Sebastian explained, a small smirk flitting across his lips. “Does that bother you?”
    Eden was a bit shocked.