DISCRETION SERIES - Stand Alone - BOOK #6
"O-one portrait," I whispered, and he replied.
"That's all I want, Rose." He said, sounding very sensual, and I gulped softly as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"I-I guess I c-could," I replied, and he let out...
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
- Federico García Lorca
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Rosenna's POV
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It was the following day, and I had finished getting dressed after my shower. Dressed in a simple maroon top and a pair of cream-white pants, I was currently brushing my hair in Beckham's bathroom. As I pulled it into a low ponytail, I looked in the mirror behind me to see Beckham staring at me in the doorway. I couldn't describe the way he looked at me. For a man who doesn't have emotions on hand to share with the world, his gaze most definitely told a different story..
He seemed poise, but his eyes were taking me in possessively. I'd be lying if I said he hadn't stood there the entire time I'd been doing my hair.
" Don't you have better things to do, Mr. Garcia? " I asked, and he slowly entered the bathroom.
" I'm trying to figure out why he doesn't see you as absolute perfection. " He muttered, and I averted my eyes from him as I did some finishing touches. He slowly began approaching me, and my breath hitched slightly as he pushed a flyaway back to preserve the sleek look of my ponytail.
Trying to calm my growing nerves at our proximity, I watched silently as he grabbed my clutch and phone from the counter and held his hand out for me to take. Slowly, I slipped my hand into his, and he led me out of the bathroom silently. It was probably for the better, as his words remained in a loop in my mind.
As we reached the bottom of the steps, I placed my heels on as he assisted me with no resistance. Walking me out to his car, I took a seat in the front as he opened the door for me.
After he was settled, we were off to my first errand, which consisted of visiting the galleries to go over a few things as I waited for Kira to kick me out. Then, after going to the post office to send a few last-minute contracts for overnight shipping, we made our way to the museum I'd been dying to visit again.
All the while, Beckham was patient and interested in each thing I did. And because he was patient and I had reluctantly enjoyed his company, I allowed his hand to rest in mine and on my lower back occasionally as I found myself wanting to be in his embrace.
