Mr. Handsome I Love You

"Hey." He said softly pulling her back to look at him. "I honestly didn't call you here to have sex with you." "Hmmm?" was all she could say. He grinned, noting her dazed expression, "Lord, you are one hot woman, and I have to admit, you can instill an instant erection in me, but this is no way to take a lady.

Damn, I feel like a lusty teenager. I didn't even get my damn clothes off." Smiling, she kissed him. He groaned, tightened his embrace and kissed her back. Then he seemed to come to his senses and pulled away, "Abigail honey, straighten up. Daisy will be in here any time with our lunch—and in my eagerness, I didn't lock the door."

That seemed to snap her out of it. Blushing she hopped up, pulled on her underwear and straightened her dress. When she was done and he'd finished doing up his slacks and tucking in his shirt giving her a rakish grin during the whole procedure, he gathered her into his arms.

"This weekend, tomorrow night, we are going to Vegas. There won't be any more waiting. I can't take this. I feel so guilty taking you again without that ring on your finger." Joseph would most likely be rolling over in his grave at the way he was disrespecting her. She stared up at him, "Ring or no ring Owen, I'm yours.

I always will be." Daisy came in at that moment with a tray of coffee and sandwiches and even though Abigail knew of the public image that Owen kept, he still didn't release her. If anything he tilted her head up and kissed her again. Abigail dimly heard the door to his office shut as Daisy left. Lunch was over as quick as it had begun and Owen walked her out of the building to the car.

As before he gave her a light kiss and helped her in the limo. Then he was gone. When she got home Miss Bennett met her at the door with a worried look on her face. "What is it?" "Mr. Ross is here." Abigail tilted her head in confusion, "Mr—" "—Owen's father." She whispered, "Now listen carefully Miss Shaw. I moved your things into Owen's room.

They only gave me an hour's notice that they were coming—don't look at me like that—you can't convince me that Owen's been able to keep his hands off of you, why to look at you! Any man in his right mind would be all over you and Mr. Ross is a man in his prime, so don't try and tell me you haven't been together."

It certainly wasn't to see Alice. Why those two couldn't care—" a voice from the other room cut her off. "Hanna? If that Owen's intended, bring her in." said a masculine voice.

Miss Bennett called over her shoulder, "Yes sir, just getting her coat off." Then she turned her attention back to Abigail, "Remember what I said." Abigail nodded as the woman rushed off. She made her way into the sitting room. Jayden Ross was an older version of Owen. He looked to be in his mid to late sixties with a full head of grey hair and piercing golden eyes like his son. He was still a handsome man for his age.