Bride by Design 2: Manchala on the Mind Read Online Free

didn't really need to know. It must have been something painful, and I had no right to pry it out of him - I was nobody to him, and I was just with him for a week.
     
    I stepped out in front of my apartment, my mind still reeling from what Roger had claimed.
     
    "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 3 pm," said Colin, and the limo sped away.
     
    I was left to reassure myself, to convince myself that Roger really was just a drunken, jealous competitor, and Colin was much nicer than he claimed.
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Colin came by at exactly three, and I went downstairs with some trepidation.
     
    I'd packed my passport, brush and some old makeup. I was wearing a floral sundress that'd been picked out for me yesterday, along with some new underwear. It was a strange feeling to go away for a week and not know what to expect, or even carry old things with you.
     
    I'd told Katie I was going away for work, that I'd gotten a short-term casual job as an assistant to a rich businessman. She'd nodded understandingly, not pressing me for details, and I promised to call her each day to check up on her. At that, she'd laughed, and told me she wasn't a baby and would be fine.
     
    As soon as I entered the limo, I felt Colin's burning gaze on me. He eyed my new dress critically, and my body tingled under his inspection.
     
    I sat opposite him and stared out the window, ignoring the goosebumps he was giving me.
     
    "You look nice," he growled, "Are you wearing the new underwear as well?"
     
    I nodded curtly . "Not that it's any of your business."
     
    "Oh, but it is."
     
    I turned to look at him. T he heat radiating from his body was magnetic and made me shiver.
     
    His glance dropped to my waist and he said, "Show me."
     
    "Th at wasn't part of the deal."
     
    "No sex - that was the deal. I'm not sleeping with you honey, I just need to know you're obeying instructions."
     
    I gulped and raised my skirt for him, thankful he couldn't see how his commands were turning me on.
     
    He nodded, satisfied, and I dropped the skirt over my legs again.
     
    "Now show me the bra."
     
    I gasped and stared at him, but his eyes were narrowed and he didn't look like someone who accepted dissention.
     
    I took a deep breath, slipped my arms out of the dress and pulled it downwards, freeing my breasts. The bra was made with flimsy lace, and when I pulled the dress downwards, one of the cups moved down too, exposing my hardened nipple. I pulled the material up quickly, but not before Colin had a good look and knew of my arousal.
     
    He moved swiftly to sit beside me, and kissed my neck.
     
    "You seem tense," he murmured, and placed his hand over my breast. "Let me help you with that."
     
    He started to press down, kneading and rolling my breast in a c ircular motion. It felt amazing, and he kissed me slowly down my neck, making a beeline for my nipple.
     
    His touch made me come to life, made me want more, but the rational part of me took over and I pushed him away roughly.
     
    I moved to other seat and sank back. He had somehow pulled both my bra cups down, and my nipples were exposed. I knew my face was flushed, and even though he couldn't feel my wetness, he knew of it.
     
    "We're not doing this," I groaned, and fixed my bra.
     
    "Why not? You sure seem to like it."
     
    I glared at him and started to pull my dress up. "Because I say so."
     
    "Leave the dress." Colin leaned back against his seat and stretched his legs. "Give me something nice to look at."
     
    I flushed and pulled it up decidedly. I wanted to glare at him, but I was too embarrassed by my bod y's reaction, and too worried what his gaze would do to me. I glared out the window instead.
     
    Would this happen every day? I imagined a series of inspections, having to strip for him every day. He would eye me, maybe grope me. I imagined his hands on my breasts, on my ass, between my legs - I blushed and squirmed in my seat.
     
    Colin never missed a beat. "Changed your