Unmasked (Revealed #1) by Alice Raine Read Free Book Online Page A

and had me frowning as I spoke. ‘What on earth are you doing?’
    ‘Trying to escape the rain!’ she laughed. ‘We’re getting a late monsoon storm, but I was up with the kids at the orphanage when it started so I had to run back to my hut before the ground got too swamped. You wouldn’t believe it, it’s absolutely falling down.’ I could still hear the pattering noise, which I now knew was rain drops, and I smiled, knowing that Cait – Mrs Great Outdoors – would be loving these experiences. ‘Phew. OK, I’m at the hut and I’ve got my muddy boots off. So, how are you?’
    Wasn’t that just the question. Rolling my eyes, I flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I was snowed in, stranded in a mansion, horny beyond all belief, and magnetically attracted to a stranger. That was a pretty succinct evaluation of my current situation, wasn’t it? Opting for a slightly less telling answer, I gave a huffed sigh and explained about the snow and being trapped in the house in the hills.
    ‘Wow. It must really be snowing then,’ Cait murmured. I could hear the sound of a door closing in the background, and then a happy sigh as Cait presumably sat down in the dry of her hut.
    ‘It is.’ I sounded gloomy, but I couldn’t help it, especially not when I pulled the curtain back and saw just how heavily the snow was still coming down. ‘Bloody Sarah owes me for this,’ I muttered, dropping the curtain and practically throwing myself on the bed.
    The sound of Cait chuckling down the line marginally relaxed me as I threw my free hand up over my head and began absently fiddling with a lock of hair. ‘Did you say the owner is there though?’ she enquired, which promptly erased my relaxed feeling and made me scrunch up my face as images of him in his pyjama clad magnificence filled my mind again. ‘He is,’ I answered vaguely.
    ‘Well at least you’re not on your own then.’ Cait was looking on the positive side, but the more time I spent here, the harder I was finding it to remain upbeat. I knew my slumping mood was largely due to annoyance over my inability to control myself around the mystery owner, but as boring as it would be, this enforced stay would actually be easier if I were here on my own. Then I wouldn’t keep succumbing to these strange lusty sensations every time I was within fifteen feet of him.
    ‘What’s he like?’
    ‘Stunning.’ My hand flew to my mouth as I realised I’d said that out loud. Oops. I’d meant to keep my description a little low key, perhaps something along the line of ‘fairly attractive, but brutishly moody’, but apparently my brain was having none of those pansy descriptions and just blurted out exactly what it was thinking.
    Cait giggled loudly on the other end of the line, and I couldn’t help but smile too. I missed her so much. ‘Well, that was certainly a concise description. Is he stunning and married, or stunning and single?’
    Pulling in a deep breath, I pondered the question, and realised that I knew basically nothing about him – apart from the fact that he was grouchy, had the face of a model, a body to die for, superb taste in coffee, and was quite pernickety about his parking spaces. But I knew nothing of importance about him. Rolling my eyes, I rubbed a hand over my face – I still didn’t even know his name.
    ‘No idea, but I’d describe him as way out of my league.’ He was after all, basically a GQ model, and I was a lowly school teacher. ‘I don’t even know his name,’ I admitted. ‘To be honest, I feel a bit in the way being here in his house, so I’m doing my best to avoid him.’
    ‘Hmmm.’ Cait sounded thoughtful, but then suddenly there was a loud clattering down the line and she gave a small yelp, making me sit up in concern. ‘Cait? Cait? Are you OK?’
    ‘Bugger!’ There was a further more muffled crash and then I heard a laugh down the line, which relaxed my panicked state slightly. ‘My bloody drain pipe just