Free Trust: Betrayed by Cristiane Serruya Page B

a.m.
    “And do you like to read?” Ethan asked Eve as they strolled through the gardens. Books and studies were the only topics he didn’t have any problem talking about.
    She looked up at him and a smile graced her naturally pink lips, hypnotizing Ethan.
    “Oh, yes, I do. You know, the Abbess at my old school was very strict about what we could read.” She giggled and the sound went directly to Ethan’s heart, making it beat quicker. “But my friends would always smuggle a forbidden book to my room at night.”
    “I see.” They had reached the end of the enormous garden by the beach. “Do you want to sit a bit? The view here is incredible.” Ethan loved the wide square gazebo his grandfather had built especially for him. It had a white trellis with pink and orange bougainvillea. In the spring, the flowers attracted hummingbirds. When it rained, he would spend hours there, reading, admiring the transparent blue Mediterranean Sea and listening to the sound of the rain on the wooden roof and the leaves. The gentle lapping of the waves on the sand brought Ethan peaceful and happy thoughts. It was his favorite place.
    He waited for her to sit on the sofa and admired her shapely legs as she shed her flats and tucked her feet under her thighs, leaning on the pillows. He sat beside her, keeping a respectable distance. “So, what kind of books did you read?”
    “Oh, you know...” she giggled again and bit her bottom lip, looking down at her fingers.
    He shifted a little closer keeping his half-arousal concealed. That girl was doing things to him he didn’t understand and, although he was afraid of those feelings, he was unable to stay away. He wanted to touch her skin to see if it felt as smooth as it looked.
    “I don’t. Tell me.”
    She raised her puppy eyes to him and whispered conspiratorially, “Promise you won’t tell my mother?”
    The way she was confiding in him made him feel bold and he scooted closer to her. “I promise.”
    Eve shifted on the seat, slid one of her bent legs closer to him and her double buttoned dress with pleated skirt, climbed up a bit, revealing more of her soft rounded thighs.
    Ethan’s mouth dried. He licked his lips. “So? What kind?”
    With her knee touching his hip, she leaned over, balancing herself with a hand on his thigh and put her mouth near his ear. Her warm hand sent electric shocks through him and her soft breath tickled his ear when she murmured, “About sex.”
    “Sex,” he repeated hoarsely as a thrill of desire ran directly to his crotch.
Jesus! I want this angel.
    His breathing became uneven. He raised his hand to touch her face. When she didn’t recoil, he put his open palm on her cheek, the tips of his fingers touching her silky hair. His eyes fluttered closed.
Such softness. I want to touch her all over. But I don’t know how. What-
    A soft kiss on his lips interrupted his thoughts. His eyes flew open and he gasped.
    Eve backed away, blinking. “I’m sorry. I-” She put her hands over her face and her hair covered her lowered face.
    He looked at her and awkwardly put his hand on her bare knee. “
I’m
sorry. I don’t...”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I’m so clumsy.
    She looked at him between her fingers.
    “Please? Eve?” Ethan squeezed her knee lightly.
What should I do?
    Eve took her hands slowly from her face. “Don’t tell anyone. Please? It’s just that you are so... handsome,” she put her hand over his and moved it further up her thigh, under her dress, and she pressed her hand down on his. “I have never seen such a handsome man. You know,” her eyes fluttered innocently, but her gaze never strayed from his, as she once more leaned in his direction and, a breath away from his lips, whispered, “I never had a boyfriend.”
    Ethan didn’t resist temptation and closed the space between them, putting his lips over hers.
Oh. Soft lips. Sweet lips. Angel lips.
    His platonic thoughts gave way to fierce