In Heat (In Heat Shapeshifter Romance Series #1) Page 14

  Getting out of bed, she investigated the room, pulling the drawers in the dresser out and looking inside them only to find them empty, peering in the cupboards and eventually finding herself in the bathroom. It was more modern than the bedroom, the cream marble tiles contrasting against the darker, more earthy, trim. It was so light with the sun coming in through the etched glass window. She couldn't see out of it, but then she was thankful for that since it meant no one could see in. The toilet and sink were white, and expensive looking. She frowned. There was no shower. Instead, there was a beautiful roll-top bath sitting on ornate iron lion's feet in the middle of the room.

  Sumptuous didn't cover it.

  All it needed was to be full of water and with red rose petals floating on the surface, and it would be straight out of a dream. Maybe a few candles too.

  And Erik.

  This place was probably costing him a fortune to put her up in, and they weren't even sharing a room like she'd been expecting them to.

  Walking out into the bedroom again, she saw her suitcase on a stand. She went over and opened it, looking at what she'd packed. She'd thrown pretty much everything she could get her hands on into the suitcase, unsure of what to pack and too drained to think straight. It was all there, from a swimming costume to a thick jumper. She looked at the jumper. Why on Earth she'd thought she'd need that, she'd never know.

  Pulling out a long cream sundress, she placed it on the side and put some underwear with it. A modest cream bra and knickers. She was here to talk business, not be seduced. She frowned. He didn't seem to want to seduce her anyway. She hazily remembered the chaste kiss last night. She'd felt the passion pushing to get free in that kiss, but he'd kept it so light and almost emotionless.

  He was probably just being cautious.

  After all, she'd flown off the handle at him about Laura.

  She frowned when she thought about her, and then remembered that today was Tuesday and they were supposed to be at the office signing Erik's contract with his brother. Scratch that. Erik was supposed to be there. She was off the case.

  She still couldn't believe he'd done that. It infuriated one half of her while the sentiment behind it melted the other. He'd only wanted to make her feel as though she could be with him, but what damage had he done to her career? She hoped he'd done it tactfully and not made her sound incompetent.

  Going into the bathroom, she stripped off her underwear and drew herself a warm bath. She stepped into it and sighed, closing her eyes, giving herself a moment to relax before starting to wash herself. She grabbed the soap that was sitting on a little dish attached to the side of the bath and cleaned herself while thinking about Erik.

  She wondered where he was. He'd said he'd see her in the morning. She looked through the bathroom doorway to the bedroom beyond. The tall heavy curtains were drawn. She couldn't tell if it was morning or not. For all she knew, it could be mid-afternoon.

  Getting out of the bath when she was done, she dried herself off with the fluffy white towels on the rack and then went into the bedroom to get dressed. When she was clothed, she sprayed herself with perfume and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She glanced at herself in the mirror on the dressing table and realised that she looked quite pretty in the sunny dress.

  She went to the curtains covering one of the windows and threw them open. She gasped.

  In front of her was a perfectly manicured garden with a box hedge maze at the far end. Beyond that, stretched a long field with trees all around it.

  This definitely wasn't a little place in the country.

  She went to her bag and took her mobile phone out. It was almost midday. She sent a quick text to Simon to say that she still wasn't feeling well and asking him to explain things to Laura, and then went to the door of the room.

  She noticed there was no fire escape route sign on the door, and no lock.

  Opening the door, she stared at the other side of it. There was no number.

  This wasn't a hotel.

  She closed the door behind her and walked down the hall, listening for any sign of Erik or someone who she could ask where he was.

  She didn't meet anyone between her room and the garden. She walked along the patio that stretched the length of the back of the house. The garden looked even more impressive at this level. She was a few steps above it, looking down. Her gaze traversed the rose bushes that were fenced in by low square hedges. They were made into patterns, each wide square a little different in design. There were tall trees off to her left and right, enclosing the garden and making it feel private and safe.

  Peering around, she still couldn't see anyone, so she walked down the steps towards the maze. She looked back at the house when she was almost there. It was massive. She'd only been to houses this big when visiting National Trust properties. She'd never known anyone who lived in one.

  Was this Erik's?

  Was this the family home he'd grown up in?

  She couldn't imagine a place like this having a jar of peanut butter, not even if it was the housekeeper's.

  Turning her back on it, she took a deep breath of the fresh air, letting it fill her lungs and fill her with summer at the same time. The sun was hot as it beat down on her, warming her and making her feel content. The flowers smelt beautiful. It all conspired to relax her and she was soon humming to herself as she watched bees go about their business and butterflies, miles away in her thoughts and enjoying the outside.

  A flash of the house made her close her eyes and frown.

  Another one and she was seeing herself.

  She opened her eyes and they widened when she saw a large black cat slinking out of the maze.

  It stopped and looked at her, raising its head and sniffing the air as though trying to catch her scent.

  She froze, hoping that she'd become invisible by doing so.

  She'd heard of rich people being eccentric, but keeping a panther and letting it roam loose around the grounds was just asking for a court case.

  Her eyes widened further when she remembered that Simon had said one of the rumours he'd heard was about a girl being mauled.

  Her heart started a slow steady thumping that quickly accelerated. She kept still as the panther lowered its head and stalked towards her, its shoulders shifting as it did so. Its golden eyes were locked on her. It licked its lips and she squeaked at the sight of the large canines.

  She trembled, petrified as she waited for it to reach her, too scared to run away as her mind kept telling her that it would hunt her if she did. Her heart was pounding painfully fast. The panther was going to attack her.

  It growled, low and deep.

  She could almost feel it rumbling through her.

  She tensed when it closed the gap and sniffed her foot, working its way up her leg. It was massive. If it stood on its back legs, it would easily be as tall as her. The sight of the huge paws made her shake. She could imagine the power in a single blow from one. Would she even stand a chance?

  She was surprised when it rubbed against her, sleek fur tickling her knees and dragging her dress with it as it arched against her and turned away. It came back, rubbing its chin against her thigh.

  Maybe it was a good sign.

  She'd seen programs about big cats. She tried to remember what they'd said. Was it scenting her?

  It growled again as it rubbed the length of itself against her. It vibrated through her. She looked down as it nudged her hand and went under it. Her fingers trailed over the velvety fur between its ears. She didn't dare stroke it. It seemed to want her to.

  It came around again, doing the same thing and making her stroke over its head and along its back. Its tail tickled her arm as it passed. A giggle slipped through her tightly clenched teeth and she began to feel a little more relaxed.

  It rubbed against her hand and she instinctively knew what it wanted. Curling her fingers as it passed, she buried the tips of them into the soft black fur and rubbed it behind the ear. It stopped moving and pushed up
against her, its front paws leaving the ground. She rubbed a little harder, pushing her fingers through the thick hair and wrapping her hand around its left ear, pulling softly as she brought her hand up the length of it.

  She was amazed at how she suddenly felt unafraid of it.

  When it began to purr, she stroked it more, urged on by the strangely familiar sound. She bent down slowly, bringing herself onto eye level with it. It looked at her as she rubbed its fur, fascinated by the lush velvet feel of it and the way it was reacting to her.

  It closed its eyes, looking content.

  She frowned when it turned away, slinking back into the maze.

  Standing, she realised that she wasn't alone. She spun on the spot, finding herself being watched by a woman.

  The woman smiled and walked towards her.

  She didn't move. The adrenaline from meeting the panther was still affecting her legs and she was afraid she'd fall if she tried to walk.

  “Would you like a little breakfast?” the woman asked.

  Kim looked at her. She had to be over sixty. There was something kind about her face. It was surrounded by wild grey hair that had been forced back into a bun and was rebelling against it and coming loose. The woman's smile was warm, beyond friendly. If she'd hadn't just met her, Kim would've said that the woman liked her.

  Kim nodded and then frowned.

  “The...” she said and pointed in the direction the panther had gone.

  “He's quite harmless.” The woman gave her another broad smile. “This way please. I'm sure Mr. Blackwell will be along shortly to join you. I thought breakfast on the patio would be nice.”

  Kim noticed the white iron table that was sitting off to one side, fully in the sunshine. Beside it in the shade was another table, like a trolley, this one spread with food and various drinks.

  Following the woman, she smiled gratefully as sat down at the table and was poured a cup of tea. She sipped it absentmindedly, her thoughts still with the panther. Where had it gone? Did it live in the maze? She made a mental note not to go in there alone.

  The woman wheeled the trolley of food so it was nearer to her, said something and left.

  She didn't watch her walk away, instead she took a small plate and a croissant off the trolley. She picked at it while staring at the garden. This place was amazing. She couldn't imagine living somewhere like this. She'd never want to leave it. The city seemed so stuffy and horrible compared to this. Here the air was fresh and the light breeze made the heat bearable.

  She sighed.

  Picking up the delicate china cup, she sipped the tea and listened to the silence.

  It was cut by the click of heels on the flagstones.

  She knew who it was without looking.

  Erik slid into the seat opposite her and she tried not to stare at him like she wanted to. It was hard when she saw what he was wearing. He looked stunning in the white linen shirt and the black linen trousers. So very different to the man she'd met in London. He seemed to fit his surroundings. There, he'd been the businessman, wearing the crisp Armani suits and giving off a vibe of power.

  Here, he was a man, relaxed in his surroundings and revealing to her just who he was beneath the suit.

  He leaned back in his seat, legs stretched out as he stared off into the distance. She used the opportunity to drink in the sight of him. He was so relaxed, his look one of effortless beauty. She noticed the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. It was strange to see him in white, but it showed off how tanned his skin was and how dark his hair was. It also seemed to brighten his eyes, making them golden.

  Like the panther's.

  She looked closely at him, remembering the way he'd reacted when she'd rubbed behind his ear in the shower and the way the panther had reacted to that same touch. She told herself not to be so crazy. He was a man. Like she'd told herself a million times since meeting him—men didn't purr and they didn't sprout fur.

  His gaze slid across to meet hers and, needing to do something with her hands, she poured him some tea and pushed it towards him.

  He smiled.

  She'd never seen him look so truly happy.

  He looked more than content now, and she wondered if it was because of the weather, or her, or being here. Or maybe it was all of it. Maybe it was sitting here together on the patio of this beautiful house under a hot summer sun that was making him happy.

  It made her happy.

  He stretched and yawned.

  She stared at his teeth and told herself that they were just teeth, not massive canines.

  He picked up his tea and sipped it. She looked at his hands. Just strong, supple hands, not paws.

  She was going crazy.

  She didn't even want to know how she'd seen herself, like she didn't want to think about what had happened back at her place.

  “I saw your kitty,” she said, eyeing him closely.

  “I know.” His smile broadened and he slouched further into the chair. He looked dangerously sexy like that—lounging there with a look in his eyes that told her that he knew what wicked thoughts were running through her mind. She pushed them away. She was here to talk business, not surrender to her desire for him. “Did you like him?”

  His expression gained a hopeful edge.

  “Don't you have to have some kind of licence for them? I mean, he seemed friendly enough, but what if it escaped?” She noticed he looked a little disappointed. Had he wanted her approval of the creature? Next he'd be doing a Mr. Darcy and asking if she liked the house.

  He toyed with his cup, pushing the handle with the tip of his finger so the cup went around in circles on the saucer.

  “There's no chance of that,” he said, his smile returning. “He's quite tame.”

  She decided to give him what he wanted to hear. It was the truth after all.

  “He's beautiful. I've never seen one in real life and I've definitely never touched one...been so close to one. He's so soft...” Her eyes met his. “Gentle.”

  He smiled right into her eyes. “I'm sure he liked you too.”

  She leaned back in her chair and ate the last piece of her croissant. She wondered if she should offer him something to eat but then remembered that it was gone midday and he'd probably had breakfast at a regular hour.

  She looked up at the house behind her.

  “This isn't a little place in the country that you know,” she said and he looked at it, and then back at her. “It's a huge place in the country that you own.”

  He shook his head. “Not me, not yet. It's my brother's.”

  She frowned at that. Had his parents left the house to his brother? That seemed a little strange. He turned to face her and she noticed that it was more than just the first few buttons of his shirt that was undone. She could see his chest, the defined muscles of it tempting her to leave her seat and settle on his lap, to explore it like it was begging her to. She noted his hair was mussed, wilder now than she'd ever seen it. Well, besides the time she'd woken up next to him. She rubbed her fingertips together, remembering the feel of the panther's fur.

  “What are you thinking?” His voice chased away her thoughts.

  She hesitated, and decided not to say. He'd think she was crazy if she asked whether he could somehow transform himself into a panther like he always started to in her dreams. That would be one way of making him take her home. Now that she was here, she never wanted to leave.

  Instead of saying what she wanted to, she used the opportunity to get answers to a few things that had been on her mind.

  “That paragraph, the one about blood.”

  He stretched again, this time not looking at all bothered by the mention of it.

  “My brother wanted it. It's in case he has children. If they get...sick...or something, weak, and his blood doesn't match...he wants mine.” He stumbled over the words and she got the impression he was choosing them very carefully.

  “What if you don't match?” She leaned forwards, looking into his eyes.
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  “It's hard to explain,” he said.

  “It's blood groups, not rocket science. You either match or you don't.”

  He stood sharply, his look thunderous, and she realised that she should've taken his answer and left it at that.

  His fists clenched, a flicker of lightning in his eyes, and then the storm passed and he ran his hands through his hair. He walked a short distance away and then paced back towards her.

  “It's complicated. I didn't want the damn clauses, but if I don't agree to them...then all this will be his by default. My parents...my father, made sure of that. His favoured son to inherit...not me...” He walked up to her and she looked deep into his eyes, seeing all the hurt in them and wanting to hold him and make it go away. “Never me. All I got when they died was the company. Ironic since it was all Alistair wanted and all I wanted was the house.”

  She stood but he walked away, leaving her feeling cold as she watched him struggling with the pain she'd caused by dragging up what was clearly a family feud.

  “I sign the contract,” he said and then pointed to the house. “I get to live here.”

  “Is it worth it?” she said, slowly walking over to him.

  She put her hand on his arm, feeling how tense he was, and searched his eyes when he looked at her.

  “This is the only place I can be myself, Kim. The real me. Here, I'm free.”

  She frowned, not quite understanding what he was trying to say.

  “There's something wrong about that contract, Erik. I can feel it.”

  “Feel it?” he laughed the words at her. She stepped away from him, confused by his reaction and the sudden hardness in his eyes. “You don't know what you feel right now.”

  He grabbed her hand and pressed it hard against his chest. She stared into his eyes, trying to understand his change in temperament and what he was doing. She didn't like it. He was holding her too tightly and it was starting to hurt. She tried to get her hand free, but he closed the gap between them and gripped her hand harder.