Loving the Scot Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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“You don’t have to apologize,” I reply, forcing myself to smile and nod. “I had an adventure. And it was great meeting you.”

“You too, Alana,” he says. And just the sound of my name on his tongue makes me weak in the knees.

He turns to go, and I make myself turn toward the dining area and begin to walk because I will stare after him until he’s out of sight if I let myself.

I don’t want him to look in the rearview mirror and think he has some kind of weird stalker.

A deep ache inside of me is unfulfilled, a need and a want for him that’s so strong I barely have a name for it. But he’s forty years old or so, and I’m only twenty-two.

How can it ever be anything other than a fantasy when he probably just thinks of me as a kid?

A stupid kid at that, who wandered onto his land without checking if it was public or private first, put herself in harm’s way and caused him so much extra hassle.

My heart sinks right into my uncomfortable hiking boots, and I feel them rub away with every step at the skin on my ankles adding to the hurt.

CHAPTER TEN

Finlay

I find myself trudging upstairs to bed in a dark house with all the deer finally accounted for, and a weight taken off my mind.

All the other staff have long since gone home or to their own rooms, and it’s silent as I use the flashlight on my phone rather than going to the trouble of turning on the central chandelier in the hall to guide me up the stairs.

It’s been a long and trying day.

Seeing the poachers like that – they are getting bolder, it seems. We’re going to have to make an example out of them. I’ll go to the police first thing in the morning and let them have the footage.

Hopefully, they can arrest all five men and get them on as many charges as possible. Put that in all the paper, and it might scare off some of the local chancers for a while.

Or maybe I can get Hamish to take the footage to the station. Then my own time will be free to go over to the neighbors again and find Alana while she’s having breakfast, maybe invite her to come back to the house with me and see the deer for real this time.

Maybe invite her upstairs.

The master suite is the biggest in the house, and it still feels ridiculous to use it alone. It had been my parents’ once before they passed away.

I had refurbished the entire place and made it my own, but it still felt too big. A woman in here – that’s the thing that would fix it.

I could invite Alana up here.

I can see it so clearly in my head. Taking her by the hand to lead her up the stairs. Then, once in the room, pressing her up against the four-poster columns and kissing her.

Running my hands over that beautiful curvy body of her until I had her moaning. Undressing her one layer at a time until every layer lay discarded on the floor, the two of us warmed by a fire in the fireplace, warm light reflecting off our skin.

We would keep each other warm in the bed, sweating, skin sliding against skin, her taste on my lips, the feel of her….

I shake my head and blink my eyes, trying to clear them. I have to get ready for bed and go to sleep, not stand here indulging in ridiculous fantasy.

Alana isn’t here, but the estate is, and it needs me up early in the morning and ready to work.

Why am I even thinking like this?

I have enough going on during the day as it is, and when it comes to nighttime, I usually just fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

I undress and throw myself under the sheets, trying to let the luxurious satin bedspread soothe away the aches and pains of the day and leave my mind empty for sleep.

It doesn’t work.

All I can think about is her.

I should have asked for her number instead of just letting her go.

She’s beautiful and articulate and seems to care about the countryside.

She is perfect – in every way.

Well, of course, except that she’s a tourist and not a local. That means there’s a limited amount of time for me to make a move.

I can just let her go.

Once she’s on a flight home and I’ll have no way to contact her, it will be over. I have to let go of this obsession and move on, back to the estate being the one thing that fills my head, not some silly girl.

Even if she is gorgeous.

Damnit.

Women never affect me like this.

I toss and turn in bed, trying to make sense of it.


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