Free Penthouse of pleasure - uncertain desire (German Edition) by A.J. Blue Page B

moves closer. “But we may as well put on a show for them!” He leans across the table to kiss me while still caressing me. The elderly married coupled shake their heads disapprovingly.
    “Outrageous!” I can hear the woman.
    Amused, Liam smiles and pays the check. When we get up and pass their table, he briefly stops. “You should try a little kissing”, he says. “It’s a mood enhancer and it’s also good for your health!”
    Out of the corner of my eyes I can see the woman gasping while the man’s face turns scarlet. I have to stop myself from laughing out loud and follow Liam.
    He winks at me. “See? You have a lot more fun if you don’t always do what people expect.”
     
    We spend the next few hours at an arts exhibition Liam really wants to see. He enthusiastically studies the exhibits, but I can’t even to recall what we actually saw. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I hardly take anything else in.
    Time flies and far too soon we are in the elevator on our way up again. “That was a great exhibition, wasn’t it?” Liam asks, still ecstatic.
    I nod. He hopefully won’t ask me what I liked best. I can’t remember anything in particular.
    Nervously I follow Liam into the apartment. The noise from the kitchen indicates that Marcus is back, preparing dinner.
    Liam just leaves me in the hall with the words: “Hang up your coat and make yourself at home,” before disappearing in the direction of the bathroom.
    Undecided I stay put beside all those boxes piled up in the hall.
    This is my last chance to bolt, I think. I could thank Liam for the nice time we had and ask him to call me a cab. I know our dangerous adventure will continue if I stay. Do I really want that?
    I nervously twirl a strand of hair between my fingers.
    “Hey, Kate, what’s up? You look as if you’re about to run away! Don’t you want to come into the kitchen?” Marcus has crept up behind me so quietly, I only notice when he’s standing right behind me. Completely taken by surprise I jump and at the same time I‘m annoyed by my reaction.
    “Yes, yes. I’m coming!” I defiantly stare at Marcus. He has something that brings out the aggressive side in me. There’s no way I let him see how insecure I feel. Not Marcus!
    But it’s not easy. He looks incredibly wicked in his jeans,  with his wild blond hair and the tight long-sleeved T-shirt emphasizing his muscles. My mouth’s going all dry.
    “I think you were going to run away,” he mocks me.
    I shake my head. Liam, I think, help me! Where are you?
    “What’s your problem then?” Marcus wants to know.
    “I don’t have a problem,” I reply, trying to hold my ground. I don’t want Marcus to notice that he’s making me feel nervous. No way!  
    “Come on then!” Marcus takes my hand and pulls me in the direction of the kitchen. What’s his plan?
    “Let go!” I say. “I’m quite capable of walking all by myself. I don’t like someone pulling me around!”
    Marcus rolls his eyes. “Relax, will you!” he tells me and keeps an iron grip on my hand. Perhaps I should bite him. But before I can turn the thought into action, we’ve reached the kitchen and Marcus lets go.
    “Would you do me the honor and kindly step inside, Madam?” 
    Man! This is insane, I think as I enter the kitchen. Marcus has magically transformed the state-of-the art open plan kitchen/diner into a romantic tapas bar. He’s closed the curtains and lit dozens of candles that bathe the whole place in a warm glow. The table holds a multitude of delicacies; Caribbean rhythms sound from the speakers.
    “Wow!” I exclaim. “Did you do all that yourself?”
    Marcus smiles. “I did. I like cooking. And I lived in Puerto Rico for a while. I love the local food.”
    “Looks really tasty,” I observe. If it actually tastes as good as it looks...”
    “I’d say so. Haven’t had any complaints so far,” Marcus replies. 
    I’m honestly impressed. Perhaps I was wrong about Marcus.
    “Can you