Kidnapped in Dunvegan

13

"Do the eggs taste good?", Adam enquired with a grin on his face. His gaze, however, was asking me something else. There was a fire in his eyes that moved from my face, over my breasts and down to my naked legs that were only hidden in blue silk shorts. I swallowed with a dry feeling in my throat and moved my legs closer together to get rid of the throbbing between them.

The memory of our hot kiss returned and I chewed my finger nail out of uncertainty. I didn't plan for Adam to give me dirty thoughts, but he was doing it because he approached my chair, his head darted downwards and he licked from one corner of my mouth to the other with his tongue.

When I stared at him alarmed, he casually answered: "I just wanted to see if the eggs are really that good that they make your face go red."

"And, what do you think?", I said still breathless. I would have preferred to also let him sample the orange juice and the coffee.

"A lot better than I thought."

"Then you should also have a plate," Molly intervened and looked just as unmoved as she always did. Although, she was actually a little angry and tired. Maybe she was the one who had had a restless night last night?

Adam sat down next to me and his leg rubbed up against mine. He took his fork in one hand, laid his other hand on my thigh, slowly stroked it upwards and only stopped when his finger was almost touching my warm center. I stiffened up and Adam laughed quietly and also threateningly in an erotic way.

"I like what you're wearing today." Molly cleared her throat while she washed the dishes in the dishwasher. It felt like a colony of bees were buzzing around in my stomach when Adam slipped his finger up a tiny bit further and touched the small pearl which awoke with a twitch. My breathing was more shallow and I gave Molly a nervous look. She still stood with her back to us. She was therefore unable to see anything. My instinct was to push against Adam's fingers and move his hand away because I was scared Molly might discover what we were doing right now. What Adam was doing.

"I don't hear the sound of forks scratching porcelain," Molly uttered. "I don't want to turn around now and see something that even the professor would like to have seen. Unless, it is something serious between you and the young lady, Mr. MacLeod." Molly turned round just as I was pushing Adam's hand away. But Adam, the rascal that he is, grinned cheekily and confidently at Molly and she immediately furrowed her brow in mock disapproval. "Just as I thought."

I brushed my plate aside, drank my coffee in one gulp and got up. I would never be able to look into the old woman's eyes again. As I left the kitchen looking at Adam with a scowl on my face, there was a heavy knock on the door.

"Somebody's in a hurry," I mumbled and I went to open it so that whoever was at the door would finally take their finger off the doorbell. I pulled the door open and gave a reproachful look that was immediately wiped from my face when I saw the woman at the door who shifted nervously from one leg to the other.

"Do you need to use the toilet?", I said to her harshly.

"Is ... is Adam there?", she enquired and bypassed the greeting because I had also done the same.

I looked back over my shoulder and called for Adam loudly making the effort to make it sound blasé, but in reality my stomach started to cramp up and my heart constricted. It was probably one of Adam's bed bunnies. I glanced at the woman. She looked Mediterranean, but didn't have the distinctive dialect of the Italian girl who was here recently. However, there was still a degree of similarity. The long dark hair, the thin figure, incredibly erotic, chocolate-brown eyes.

When Adam approached, I turned away from the door without even looking at him and went up the stairs to the gallery emphasizing my indifference to the situation. I didn't want to listen to or to see what happened between the two of them.