Someone Perfect for Mr. Moore (3 page)

“Of course, I think you will be easy to spoil Lucy.  When
was the last time that you did something special for yourself?”

Lucy glanced up at her and felt her cheeks warm a little. 
“There really isn’t anything that I need; I’ve had no reason to spoil myself.”

“Who needs a reason?”  Stella said seriously.

Lucy laughed and smiled up at Stella as she watched her pin her
hair up, letting the curls in the back hang down around her neck.  “I like you
Stella, I have thought of myself as just a mom for a long time.  I definitely
need some girl time.”  Stella flashed a smile and then she set the brush down. 
Lucy looked at her reflection in the mirror.  “Thank you Stella, I really like
my hair like this.”

“You’re welcome Lucy.  Well it’s time for breakfast.  After
you’ve been here a while, you won’t need me to get around the house, but for
now I’ll take you where you need to go.”  Lucy followed her down the hall to
the staircase.  She looked around her as Stella talked to her about the house,
it really was beautiful.

They went through a maze of rooms before she came to a set
of patio doors that led outside to a garden.  Lucy stopped for a second to
admire some flowers that bloomed in a border, she heard Stella call her name
and she hurried to catch up with her.  She came around a trellis with roses
blooming all around it and came face to face with Dean.  She stopped suddenly
to keep from running into him.  She glanced up at him and quickly looked away. 
He was wearing dark sunglasses this morning, but she was sure that he was
smirking at her.  So now she was some source of amusement for him, great, just
what she needed.  She looked around and noticed no else was at the table. 

“Where’s your father?”

“He is eating in his room this morning.”

“Oh, I could have eaten with him.  Really you don’t have to
go to all this trouble.”

“No, sit and eat, I wanted to talk to you anyway.  There are
certain things I will expect of you while you are here.  We might as well talk
now, so you’ll know.”  He pulled a chair out and motioned for her to sit down. 
He didn’t move back right away as she lowered herself into the chair, so he was
able to catch the scent of her shampoo, and maybe something else?  He looked
down and noticed her creamy shoulders.  He observed that she didn’t have any
freckles, you’d think for a red head they would be everywhere.  She should have
at least one mark on her; he looked forward to finding out.  He noticed her
shiver as she took a deep breath.  From his vantage point he appreciated it. 
Her dress was low cut and he could see the top swells of her breasts when she
inhaled so deeply.  John had informed him of Stella’s purchases, he knew he
wouldn’t be disappointed.  He sat down and watched her for a moment.  She
reminded him of a cornered animal.  He had better be careful or she was bound
to bolt.

“So Lucy, what would you like for breakfast?”  His tone was
gracious as he gave her a polite smile.

Lucy blinked a few times as she looked at him, he appeared
polite and sincere.  With the way he had been looking at her since she arrived
she expected him to say something completely different.  He was behaving like
the perfect gentlemen right now.  She wasn’t fooled though; she knew a wolf
when she saw one.  He wasn’t as obvious as Alcide, but he was a wolf, just the
same.

She licked her suddenly dry lips.  “I would like some fruit
and coffee please.”  She smiled at the young lady standing by the table, the
girl nodded and then left.  Lucy noticed Stella was nowhere to be seen.  “Has
this estate always been in your family?”  Maybe some small talk would help?

“Yes, from my mother’s side of the family, it was in pretty
bad shape when she inherited it, but her and my father restored it.”

Silence followed his answer.  Lucy took the hint and didn’t
ask any more questions.  She sighed as she looked around the garden area trying
to identify some of the plants.  She was very aware of the way he watched her,
whenever she looked at him she was the first to look away.  She could feel her
body flushing again.  What the hell was wrong with her?  She wished he would
say what he wanted so she could leave.  She felt like she was under a
microscope, like he knew where every hair was on her body.  Lucy looked up and
met his eyes this time.  He had taken off the dark lenses and she quickly
became ensnared in his green gaze.  She suddenly felt like she had last night,
she couldn’t think, she was only aware of her heart thundering beneath her
breast.  Someone set a plate of fruit in front of her and broke the spell; she
leaned back in her chair.  She had unconsciously leaned towards him in her
seat.  She shook her head slightly and took another deep breath.  Man she
really needed to get a hold of herself; another minute and she’d have been in
his lap.  Her coffee was set in front of her next, just the way she liked it. 
How could they have known that?  She looked up at him as she took a sip.  He
just sat and watched her, like he was waiting for something.

Lucy closed her eyes and let out a small moan when the rich
brew touched her tongue.  This had to be the best coffee she’d ever had.  She
felt like she was in heaven, good coffee always made her feel better.

Dean knew he was flustering her, but he couldn’t help it. 
If he knew her a little better, he would openly tease her, but he could wait
for that.  He had liked the look on her face just now.  She had been straining
in her seat towards him, her soft mouth open slightly, like she was waiting for
his kiss.  He felt his body stir when she closed her eyes and moaned.  When was
the last time he had been attracted to a woman?  He felt it with her though, he
moved in his seat slightly to ease his arousal.   He couldn’t wait to have her
under him, especially if she looked like she did when she drank his coffee. 

She opened her eyes and looked at him again.  She was just
about to ask what coffee they used, but he probably wouldn’t know anyway.  She
noticed he had put his sunglasses back on.  She wished he hadn’t, at least she
had an idea what he was thinking when she could see his eyes.

Dean gazed at her through the dark lenses; she would have
seen his desire for her if he hadn’t put them back on.  He had been lost for a
moment watching her.  He had envisioned her naked, writhing beneath him against
dark silken sheets, just like last night when he had touched her.  He needed a
little control back; this meeting wasn’t going quite the way he had planned.

“When I am home I expect you to have dinner with me,
sometimes my father will be there, but not always.  You will be my companion as
much as his.  I will have you tell me how he is each day.  Specifically I want
to know how his mind is.  I want to know if he can still make sound decisions.”

“Uh…I don’t remember that part in the contract.”  She said
with a slight frown.

“I had thought that you read the whole thing and agreed.  It
was a sub clause.  You should have read it.  Do you have a problem with this
Lucy?”

“No, not really, I just hadn’t realized that the companion
part included you.  I don’t understand.”

“Do you remember the part where you would give daily
accounts of his health and wellbeing at my convenience?”  He waited for her nod
before continuing.  “The most convenient time for me is dinner.  You can
understand why my father will not always have dinner with us then?”

“Of course, I’m sorry that you had to explain it to me.  I
had just come off a very stressful shift and I was tired.  That’s not an
excuse, but I wasn’t one hundred percent when I read it.”

He nodded, if anything she was honest.  Half of the contract
she probably didn’t even understand, he did have one other clause there that
could keep her here indefinitely if he wanted.  The rest he hadn’t bothered to
read. “That’s understandable Lucy.  I won’t take up all your time.  I am a busy
man; I will expect you to come when I call for you though.”  He smiled at her
when her answer was one raised brow.  “Ah, so do you have a problem with
that?”  She shook her head no and looked away from him again, suddenly
interested in her breakfast.  When she was finished eating she looked up at him
again.  “If you are finished you may go.”  She rose to stand and picked up her
coffee cup as she turned to leave.

“Oh and Lucy,” he waited for her to turn back to him. 
“Dinner will be late tonight, around eight.  I’ll expect to see you then.  I’ll
have someone come to get you. That is until you get used to the house.”

“Yes Mr. Moore.”  Lucy almost saluted him, but she didn’t
want to get into trouble.

“Miss Lintz.”  He dismissed her as he opened his paper on
the table.  He watched her walk away with a slight smile on his face.  She had
an angry twitch in her very becoming backside.  Lucy was going to be fun, he
knew she wanted to say something or make a gesture towards him for being so
controlling.  He had a feeling if he pushed her a little more he would have
been given a dose of her temper.  No one ever showed him their anger; it was
something he never allowed.  But her, she was such a tiny thing, he’d make an
exception.  She had a nice sparkle in her eye when she was irritated.  Hah, he
laughed to himself, he couldn’t wait till he got her good and riled up.

Lucy’s day went by entirely too fast, she spent most of it
with Stan and Jeff.  She went to lie down for a bit before dinner.  She wanted
to have all her wits about her when she saw Dean again.  She heard a knock at
the door a few hours later and it opened.  Stella came into the bedroom and
told her it was time to get ready for dinner.  Lucy asked her about her door. 
She was sure she was locking it, but Stella wasn’t having any problems opening
the door.  Stella showed her there was a small knob to push in and then the
door would lock, but surely she didn’t need to lock it, no one would come into
her room. 

Stella informed her that Stan had already eaten and was
going to bed early; he would see her in the morning.  Lucy went into the
bathroom to freshen up, and then she came out to see what she was going to wear
tonight.  Stella had picked out a long dress for her.  Lucy raised her brow at
her, it seemed a little dressy.  It was a long silver slip dress; she had a
moment of unease since she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it.  It was very
low cut and had spaghetti straps.  Stella handed her some thigh high stockings
to put on.  Once she had helped her with the dress, she had her sit down in
front of the mirror to fix her hair again. 

“So why is dinner so formal?” Lucy asked.

“It’s a tradition here, dinners downstairs are always
formal.”

“I can’t remember the last time I was dressed up like this,
probably a wedding somewhere.”

“It’s a part of life here, you’ll get used to it soon enough
dear.”  Stella finished pinning her hair up, leaving a few tendrils to frame
her face.  “You look beautiful Lucy.”

“Thank you Stella.”  Lucy smiled at her as she stood up.  She
stopped to look in the full length mirror, and she almost didn’t recognize
herself.  Her makeup was flawless, and she had color riding high in her cheeks,
and her lips looked full and pouty.  She followed Stella out the door and felt
her hands start to shake as they went down the wide staircase.  It wasn’t like
she was heading to the gallows, it was only dinner, and surely she could hold
her own with him for that amount of time.  She hadn’t been to the dining room
yet.  She had only seen bits and pieces of the house since she had arrived.

She could hear music playing as they walked into what Stella
called the parlor.  Dean was standing with his back to her.  He was in front of
an empty fireplace looking at a painting displayed on the wall above it.  He
had on a dark gray suit, the jacket fit his massive shoulders like a second
skin, and he had one hand in his pants pocket.  The cut of the suit showed off
his masculine form perfectly.  She watched him for a minute and then she
realized that Stella was gone, how did she move so quickly?  She looked back
into the hallway, but found it empty.  When she turned toward Dean again she
found him not two feet from her his gaze tracking her body.  His gaze travelled
to the tips of her shoes and then back up, stopping for a few heartbeats at her
breasts.  She could feel her nipples tighten beneath his gaze, and she felt her
body flush as a delicious hum started in her belly.  He gave her a little smile
when he met her eyes; he had noticed his effect on her.  Why did she have an
insane urge to run right now?

Dean held one hand out to her.  “Are you ready for dinner
Lucy?”  He smiled at her when she hesitated before taking the hand that he
offered her.  Her hand looked very small and delicate in his.  “You look
beautiful.”

He pulled her towards him when she took his hand, and she
gasped and braced one hand against his chest when he pulled her closer.  She
looked up into his eyes and stood stock still as his green gaze got darker.  He
stroked his thumb across the inside of her wrist and she sucked in a breath
when he leaned down to her.  He put his lips against hers and pulled her
closer.  He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and his other hand wrapped
around her nape, holding her still for his kiss.

Lucy felt like she had wildfire racing through her body, she
moaned low in her throat when she felt his thumb stroke along her jaw.  His big
hand nearly spanned her waist.  He pulled her even closer and she felt him
harden against her belly.  She felt her body begin to soften, hot achy places
that she didn’t know she had, came to life.  He moved his lips along her jaw
and made a path to her ear.  He blew his hot breath along the swirls there and
she couldn’t control the shiver that ran through her body.  It took her a
moment to realize that he wasn’t kissing her anymore.  She slowly opened her
eyes and saw him watching her beneath hooded eyes.  His eyes were so dark, she
unconsciously licked her lips and then he kissed her again, pressing his
advantage past her open lips, tasting her flavors. Lucy moaned again, she
couldn’t help it, he tasted so good.  She’d never been kissed like this before,
so consuming; she could feel her toes starting to curl in her shoes.

Slowly he pulled back.  “You taste really good.”  He ran his
thumb over her trembling lips.  He watched her eyes, they were usually blue,
but right now they were a soft gray.  Her eyes were very expressive; he’d never
seen anything like them.  She was breathing really fast, like she had been
running a marathon.  He watched her blink a few times and then she looked at
him with clear blue eyes, the passion that had lurked there was gone.  She
realized her fingers were tangled in his hair, and she quickly brought her
hands down.

“Was that in the contract too?”  She asked breathlessly.

Dean chuckled.  “No, I don’t remember that part.  I’ll
consider that an added bonus for me.”  She tried to move away from him, but he
wasn’t ready to release her yet, she fit so perfectly in his arms.  She put
both her hands against his chest and pushed, but still he wouldn’t budge. 

“Mr. Moore, please let me go.”

“I think you can call me Dean now, don’t you?”  He smiled at
her as he trailed one lean finger along her jaw, enjoying her discomfort.  “Ah
Lucy, you are an unexpected treat.”  He finally let her go, watching as she
moved away from him.  He was so in tune to her now, she could be in the next
room and he’d still know how she felt.  He knew instinctively that they would
be good together.  He couldn’t wait to make her his.  He forced himself to stay
in the same spot; the only thing that moved was his eyes as he followed her
movements around the room.  He looked up and saw John in the doorway,
pretending that he hadn’t seen a thing.

“Mr. Moore, dinner is ready sir.”

“Thank you John.” Dean walked towards Lucy and smiled when
she looked up at him with wide eyes.  He knew she had never experienced
anything like that either; she looked at him warily as he held his hand out to
her once again.  Hesitantly she placed her hand in his and he led her into the
dining room.  John had placed her setting next to his at the end of the table
and poured them each a glass of wine.

Lucy couldn’t figure out what had just happened.  If he hadn’t
stopped, would she have?  She stole quick glances at Dean as he led her into
the dining room.  At least she had her breathing under control, to her ears she
had sounded like a draft horse.  She looked around the room and saw a table
that would seat an army.  There was fine china on the side table proudly
displayed with some crystal glasses.  There were some very old paintings
hanging in this room also.  She almost felt like she was in a museum.  Dean
pulled her chair out for her and once she was seated he leaned into her ear to whisper
to her. 

“You smell great,” he touched his nose lightly to her ear
and watched as she took a deep breath in response.  It would be so easy to
seduce her right now.  He was the epitome of control, when they came together
it would be under his terms. He straightened and then sat down in his chair. 
He looked over at her and noticed her lips were parted slightly, and her
eyelids looked heavy.  “So how was your day Lucy?  Do you have anything to
report?”

Lucy blinked a few times as she looked back at him.  She
wasn’t expecting that question, just like this morning.  She didn’t know what
to think.  “Uh…no, your father had an uneventful day.”

“No confusion or memory lapses?”  He asked, and she shook
her head no.  “See, that wasn’t so bad was it Lucy?”  He smiled when she just
stared at him, her mouth open slightly.  He nodded to John and he started to
serve their dinner.

Lucy looked down at the beautiful plate, sliced beef, new
potatoes, and some fresh asparagus.  She smiled as she noticed the sliced
orange that lay in a curl on her plate as a garnish, how creative she thought. 
She could see the intricate designs in the dinner plate, the set really was
lovely.  The china would put a five star restaurant to shame.  She smiled up at
John and thanked him.  The butler gave her a small smile after a second, nodded
politely and left.

“You don’t plan to disrupt my household do you Lucy?”

She looked at him a little startled.  “Excuse me?”  She
tilted her head a little when she looked at him, her fork poised just before
her lips.

“Flirting with the staff, I don’t know how much John can
take, and I don’t think Stella would like it.”

Lucy looked at him incredulously, was he serious?  He looked
so stern right now, like she had made him angry somehow.  She felt her body
flush again, and sudden moisture dampened her panties.  How was he doing this
to her?  She put her head down to concentrate on her meal.

Dean smiled, well that didn’t work.  She hadn’t taken the
bait.  He was waiting for her to get angry with him.  He knew she wanted to say
something, but he hadn’t pushed her enough yet.  He would have to think of
something else.

Dinner went by far too slowly for Lucy’s tastes.  She knew
that Dean continued to watch her.  It was very unnerving, like he was waiting
for her to do something.  John came back and cleared their empty plates, he
offered them some coffee.  Lucy would have loved some, but the thought of
sitting here any longer than she had to, made her shake her head no.   She
tried very hard to look anywhere in the room except at the two men.  Don’t poke
the bear Lucy; her subconscious told her, Dean was obviously looking for an
opportunity to chastise her again.  Well she wouldn’t give him the
satisfaction.  Just a few minutes more and this would be over.  He finally
stood up and then he pulled her chair out so she could get up too. 

“I know it’s late, I will walk you to your room.” His
expression was polite and bored.

“That’s not necessary.  I think I can find my way.” She
really needed to get away from him.

He shook his no.  “Oh but Lucy, I insist.”  He put his hand
on the small of her back and steered her towards the door.  His thumb rested
lightly against her bare skin and every thought flew out of her head.  They
walked in silence.  The trip back upstairs seemed to take forever.

She felt so self-conscious, if only he would quit touching
her, maybe she could get a hold of herself.  She could feel the heat from his
hand, sending a slow thrum in her blood.  They finally arrived at her door. 
She quickly reached out for the door handle and was startled when he turned
towards her.  So, Lucy thought, she couldn’t escape yet.  She looked up at him
and waited for him to speak.

“One more thing Lucy, I would appreciate if you would stop
reading erotica to my father, I think it is in poor taste.”

Lucy’s mouth opened in shock.  “But…” she sputtered.  He put
his hand up and shushed her.  Really?  “Who the hell do you think you are?  I
have never…”  He put his hand up again and shook his head.  “You are completely
insufferable!”  She opened her door and slammed it behind her; she turned the
knob and clicked the lock into place with satisfaction.  At least she had
gotten the last word in.   She stormed into her room, angrily yanking the pins
from her hair as she went; she stopped at the closet door and took off her
shoes.  She reached around and unzipped her dress, slipping it off her
shoulders.  Stepping out of it quickly, she didn’t want to take her anger out
on such an expensive garment.  She hung it carefully on the door and then
turned to reach for her robe, glancing in the mirror as she turned.  Dean stood
in her doorway watching her with hooded eyes.  She screeched in reaction,
holding her robe to her chest.

Dean started towards her as she backed up against the wall. 
Once he stopped in front of her he spoke angrily.  “No one and I mean no one
ever walks away from me when I am talking.  Do you understand me Lucy?  Do I
need to teach you a lesson?”  He had felt his cock harden while he watched her
undress in her fit of pique.  Now she stood before him half naked.  She was
glaring back up at him, furious.  About dam time he thought.  She looked so hot
when she was angry, somehow he knew she would.

She looked up at him, what the hell?  He was so big, she
couldn’t see beyond his body now, he completely blocked out the room.  Teach
her a lesson?  “Listen bucko, I have had just about enough of you and your controlling
crap, I don’t like being pushed around, and I sure as hell will not take that
from you.  Nowhere in that contract did it say I had to obey you, you pompous
ass!”

“Careful with the insults Lucy,” he reached up and rubbed
one hand along his jaw and let his eyes roam over her.  She had a nice tight
body, he hadn’t been expecting that.  Her skin looked creamy, he only had a
glimpse of her breasts before she had covered them, but they would be a
handful.  Her stockings were sheer, then lacy at the top emphasizing the smooth
skin between them and her white satin panties.  He met her eyes when she looked
up at him, still furious, but she was wary now.  He put one hand on the wall on
either side of her, effectively blocking her in. 

“If you want sex that badly that you have to read about it,
I am more than willing to help with that.”  He waited for her gasp and swooped
in to kiss her, catching her mouth open.  He knew as soon as he touched her
that she would soften; it took a few seconds longer than he’d thought though. 
He grabbed her ass and lifted her against the wall, spreading her legs around
him as he pinned her to it.  He pressed his swollen member into her mound as he
felt her tongue tangle with his.  He felt her grab his shoulders to keep from
falling.  She didn’t need to worry about that, there was no way he would drop
her.  He put one hand in her hair and tilted her head for a better angle, and
then deepened the kiss further.