Pillow Talk

Prologue

Freya watched him shyly from her seat across the room. She liked observing him from the moment she first saw him even though he paid little if any attention to her. Not that she wasn't used to it.

Not getting attention that is. People often overlooked her like she was a part of the furniture, many didn't know who she was most of the time anyway so she couldn't blame them.

Even now, she was seated away from her family if she could even call them that. It was very important that no one knew that she was actually the daughter of Robert Lorden.

To everyone, she was his ward, the daughter of a distant cousin who'd passed and had no one to look out for his precious daughter. And so the hero, Robert stepped in and took responsibility.

But Freya clapped as her half-sister Sara exchanged rings with her now fiancé, Nicolas, and smiled brightly as they shared a tender kiss and the crowd cheered. It wasn't that she was not genuinely happy for Sara. It was that she probably wouldn't get what Sara had.

And Freya had resigned herself to that but then he walked in. All confident and angry. He was Nicolas' older brother. He remained silent with a permanent scowl on his handsome face. Only speaking when he was spoken too.

His parents disapproved but he couldn't care less and Freya found herself instantly drawn to this man, Nixon Ford. But like everyone else he simply acknowledged her with a nod.

It hurt. She knew she was attractive, Sara had told her that very often but it seemed she had no effect on the opposite sex. Not that she would try anything anyway. She'd never even held a boy's hand before.

So she settled for observing instead. He fascinated her. Like now, he sat frowning at the drink in his hand, twirling the ice in it. His black hair fell slightly over his forehead, casting shadows over his blue eyes. He was brooding and she couldn't look away.

And then he turned in her direction and she held back a gasp as he caught her gaze. He narrowed his eyes at her as if to ask what she was looking at. Freya fought the urge to squirm as Nixon continued staring at her as if noticing her for the first time.

She turned away excusing herself from the table and smoothed her black maxim dress down and walked her flustered self in the direction of the restroom.

She'd barely made it to open the door before a hand shot out blocking her. Her face heated as she breathed in the scent of pine and spice.

Freya gulped as she slowly turned around. Her eyes widened at the sight of Nixon towering over her. He'd followed her.

His eyes were narrowed and his pink lips were in a thin line. He caged her in, pushing her up against the door and placing his hands on either side of her head.

Maybe he was angry because of her creepy staring, she thought.

Nixon licked his lips as he stared down at the girl. He knew the look in her eyes. He'd seen it on many others before her. But this one had especially caught his attention. She was different, innocent. In fact he'd bet she was still a virgin.

Which was why he'd kept a safe distance from her the moment that he'd met her. She was beautiful and pure. And he would not fuck with that no matter how much he'd wanted her.

Which was why he had to put a stop to whatever fantasies she had going on. Now!

"Tesoro.", he began, his voice husky, "You don't wanna go there with me."

Freya's breathing picked up, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Nixon chuckled darkly running a hand down the side of her arm, leaving goose bumps in his wake as he watched her shiver.

His hand gripped her hip, gently, "The way I want to fuck you. Merda! You wouldn't believe it."

Freya gasped this time, looking into his eyes and realising he was dead serious. He found her desirable. She blushed.

"Yes but I'm no good for you Tesoro, trust me. I'll only hurt you.", he warned.

"So stop giving me bedroom eyes across the room every time we're in the same vicinity. Otherwise... ", he trailed off, running his hand lightly over her crotch over the material of her dress as she gasped.

Nixon lowered his head to be eye level with her, "You're too pure for me, so let's just keep it at my brother marrying your cousin."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting as Freya nodded unable to speak.

"Good.", he whispered, pulling away and walking off.

Freya stood shocked, raising a hand to her forehead, wondering if the last 5 minutes had really happened.

Nixon Ford was going to be the death of her. That was for sure.

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So this is the intro. Let me know what you all think ❤