Free Redemption Rains by A D Holland Page B

world on its axis. He didn’t have to touch her
with anything but those raging blue eyes to turn into a mass of
wanton flesh. Unable to take much more of this heat, Elizabeth
reached up and patted her cheek.
    “This was very kind of you Devin to
have this brought up. How did you know that I was starving?” She
turned to the bellboy.
    “Thank you, but I think that I can set
everything up now. I will ring when we are ready for you to pick
this up.” She smiled at the dumbfounded bellboy. He was quite
unable to remove his eyes from her breasts peeking out above her
neckline.
    She turned once more to Devin for
help. “Darling, would you take care of him?”
    He came out of his trance. Shaking his
head slightly, he looked at the bellboy for the first time and
noticed the amorous look he was giving Elizabeth.
    “Okay,” Devin took the boy by the arm
and turned him toward the door. “I think that you have seen enough
of my wife for one day.”
    Elizabeth heard the controlled fury in
Devin’s voice. She watched as he almost threw the boy over the
threshold. Shutting the door, Devin took a deep breath before
turning and walking over to her. The fire in his eyes still burned,
but he seemed more in control of himself. His gaze traveled her
body starting at her feet, clinging to her legs and waist and then
pausing at her breasts. Elizabeth felt her knees go week and grew
angry at the way he literally undressed her with his
gaze.
    “The audience has left detective,” she
said calmly, crossing her arms over her chest. “You can stop ogling
me with your eyes.”
    “Ogling, hmm.” his smile was teasing.
“That’s not what I would call it.”
    Elizabeth didn’t want to get into
another discussion like this. She was sure she would never survive.
She huffed showing her disapproval and sat down in the chair he
held out for her. She tried to remain aloof. She quietly ate her
food, every now and then feeling his gaze resting on her. She
looked up noticing that he had not touched his plate of
food.
    “Are you not hungry?” she lifted her
eyes to his face, his lids lowered and he looked at her through his
long lashes.
    “I’m quite ravenous, your highness.”
Devin’s lips moved into a slight smile, but it seemed strained to
her. He picked up his fork and started to eat. “How is your
breakfast?”
    Elizabeth was relieved to be on a safe
subject. They talked politely to each other throughout the meal.
Not like strangers, but not like friends. She felt sad that she
could not draw this man out of his dark shell. She wanted to ask
him so many questions, but couldn’t figure out how to do it without
sounding like a snoop. Just as she was going to give up, Devin
raised his head and looked at her for a long moment. Feeling as if
she were under a microscope, Elizabeth squirmed in her
chair.
    “What are you staring at?” her
frustrated question seemed to shock him out of his
perusal.
    “I’m sorry. I did not realize that I
was staring,” Devin raised his palms up lifting his shoulders in an
apologetic shrug. His eyes did not deter from their exploration of
her face though and this unnerved Elizabeth more. Throwing her
napkin down, she pushed her chair back and stood.
    “I think that being locked in this
room is going to drive me crazy. I am normally a compliant person,
who enjoys being alone and quiet, but for some reason I have cabin
fever and feel the need to get out of here.” She paced the floor as
she spoke, not realizing how her actions reflected her tense
feelings.
    “I don’t see any reason why we can’t
go stroll around the place. How would you feel about a walk in the
garden? I hear that you can see the ocean from there.” Devin rose
from the table.
    “I think that would be great.” Relief
and happiness overflowed as she went to call and let the service
know they could pick up their breakfast anytime. She turned ready
to walk out the door.
    “Don’t you want a jacket or
something?” the question caught her