The Tycoon's Tender Triumph Read Online Free
Author: Elizabeth Lennox
whenever you get back .” He leaned imperceptivity closer on counter. “Are you going to pack a bag? Or am I going to do it for you?”
That snapped her out of her dreamy haze. “You spoke to Mr. Peterson?” she gasped. “He’s the owner of the agency!”
“He got the job done.” Instead of asking again, he simply walked through the only other door in her small apartment.
Chloe had no idea what he was doing but she followed him in. He was so tall and huge, he looked like a fierce lion in her ultra feminine bedroom with the soft pink, cottage rose comforter and delicate pillows. Her room was done in shades of off-white and pale rose in the shabby chic style that she loved. But his presence in her room terrified her. It was a l most like he was learning all of her deepest secrets, just by standing in her bedroom.
“Sam, what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, standing behind him as he opened her closet door. She would have pulled him away except for the same reasons she didn’t do the karate-chop-drag thing earlier; h e was huge and probably nothing she did would get him out of there until he was ready to leave. But more importantly , she was too afraid to touch him. Sam had been too large a figure in her life and any increased awareness of him would be very, very bad.
“Sam, get out of my clothes,” she sq u eaked, embarrassed to have him see her clothes hanging in her closet. It seemed much too intimate for her peace of mind.
He ignored her, his large hand going through the dresses, picking out a red one that she’d never worn before, had bought spur of the moment last year but thought it was too risqué to actually be worn in public. It still had the tags on it since she’d always intended to return it, but never got around to it. He turned to face her, holding the red dress up a few inches from her. With a mysterious look in his eyes, he looked from the dress, to her flushed face, then smiled wickedly and nodded. He tossed that one on the bed, then turned back to the closet and rummaged through her other clothes. A few moments later, a black crepe dress she’d worn to a Christmas party the previous year joined the red one as well as a navy blue wrap around dress and a white summer dress.
Seeing the growing pile of dresses on her bed, she clenched her fists at her sides. “Sam! Get out of my bedroom,” she almost yelled.
Again, he ignored her and simply pulled her suitcase out of the bottom of her closet. He walked over to the bed and opened it, putting the clothes into the suitcase. “Sam! I’m not going anywhere with you,” she said, standing in front of her closet in the hope that he wouldn’t go through her clothes anymore.
He walked back to the closet and didn’t even hesitate. He simply picked her up with one of his massive arms, held her against his side while he went through the rest of her clothes, rejecting all of them. “Where are your jeans?” he asked, easily holding her wiggling body against him.
Straining against the heat flowing against her body wherever it touched his, she gritted her teeth, terrified of what she was now feeling. “I’m not telling you! Now put me down!” She pushed against his shoulder s but he didn’t even flinch at the pressure. Eventually, he did put her down and as soon as she was free, she scrambled back wards several feet, crossing her arms across herself defensively. “Do you treat all your women like some sort of caveman?”
He smiled slightly as he walked over to her dresser. “Are you telling me you consider yourself one of my women?” he asked as he pulled open the first drawer.
Chloe gasped in horror as she watched his long, dark fingers sift through her underwear. “Sam! Get out of that drawer!” she snapped, her face turning bright red in the dim light of her bedroom.
He almost
That snapped her out of her dreamy haze. “You spoke to Mr. Peterson?” she gasped. “He’s the owner of the agency!”
“He got the job done.” Instead of asking again, he simply walked through the only other door in her small apartment.
Chloe had no idea what he was doing but she followed him in. He was so tall and huge, he looked like a fierce lion in her ultra feminine bedroom with the soft pink, cottage rose comforter and delicate pillows. Her room was done in shades of off-white and pale rose in the shabby chic style that she loved. But his presence in her room terrified her. It was a l most like he was learning all of her deepest secrets, just by standing in her bedroom.
“Sam, what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, standing behind him as he opened her closet door. She would have pulled him away except for the same reasons she didn’t do the karate-chop-drag thing earlier; h e was huge and probably nothing she did would get him out of there until he was ready to leave. But more importantly , she was too afraid to touch him. Sam had been too large a figure in her life and any increased awareness of him would be very, very bad.
“Sam, get out of my clothes,” she sq u eaked, embarrassed to have him see her clothes hanging in her closet. It seemed much too intimate for her peace of mind.
He ignored her, his large hand going through the dresses, picking out a red one that she’d never worn before, had bought spur of the moment last year but thought it was too risqué to actually be worn in public. It still had the tags on it since she’d always intended to return it, but never got around to it. He turned to face her, holding the red dress up a few inches from her. With a mysterious look in his eyes, he looked from the dress, to her flushed face, then smiled wickedly and nodded. He tossed that one on the bed, then turned back to the closet and rummaged through her other clothes. A few moments later, a black crepe dress she’d worn to a Christmas party the previous year joined the red one as well as a navy blue wrap around dress and a white summer dress.
Seeing the growing pile of dresses on her bed, she clenched her fists at her sides. “Sam! Get out of my bedroom,” she almost yelled.
Again, he ignored her and simply pulled her suitcase out of the bottom of her closet. He walked over to the bed and opened it, putting the clothes into the suitcase. “Sam! I’m not going anywhere with you,” she said, standing in front of her closet in the hope that he wouldn’t go through her clothes anymore.
He walked back to the closet and didn’t even hesitate. He simply picked her up with one of his massive arms, held her against his side while he went through the rest of her clothes, rejecting all of them. “Where are your jeans?” he asked, easily holding her wiggling body against him.
Straining against the heat flowing against her body wherever it touched his, she gritted her teeth, terrified of what she was now feeling. “I’m not telling you! Now put me down!” She pushed against his shoulder s but he didn’t even flinch at the pressure. Eventually, he did put her down and as soon as she was free, she scrambled back wards several feet, crossing her arms across herself defensively. “Do you treat all your women like some sort of caveman?”
He smiled slightly as he walked over to her dresser. “Are you telling me you consider yourself one of my women?” he asked as he pulled open the first drawer.
Chloe gasped in horror as she watched his long, dark fingers sift through her underwear. “Sam! Get out of that drawer!” she snapped, her face turning bright red in the dim light of her bedroom.
He almost