Change by love

Chapter One

Finally alone. She folded her hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling as she gave lust for his frustration with a desperate sound. It was terrible to lose Westbury hall, it was yet be to come face to face but creditors clean. To fail all at the last
minute was the hardest she had ever done. Her plans to renovate the large old house where she had grown up had fallen to the ground because of a need for more money. The builders had found some serious and costly design errors and so was the bank suddenly backed out . She knew it had been a little ambitious to go from being a housekeeper daughter to be the owner, but in a few months it had seemsed as if it could be done. She had put everything on the line to restore the hall to its former glory as a tribute to an old lady who havede lived there. but I had failed she thought and looked around. And that was what hurt most.
She blinked back tears. She could not cry, not when the light shone optimistic through the dome with happy mosaic - rain would have been more appropriate. Others had been planning to tear down the old property. but she would not stand for that elegant building was replaced by bland apartment buildings with lejelighedder, she would simply not ...
- Excuse me
She whirled around with a beating heart. She thought she was alone. The voice was deep and had a slight accent, and it was a moment before she realized where it came from. But then she caught sight of the man who stood half in shadow at the front door. He was tall and dark, casually dressed - like most of the other creditors. There was something about the man who implied that he was accustomed to use its shape to his advantage he oozed confidence - I thought everyone was gone she said coldly.
- Am I too late?
- No ofcause not. came in, I will tell you the same thing I told the others.
- The other?
- Creditors, she said, and walked across the black and white marble tiles. - Set themselves, she added, and opened the door to the makeshift meeting room. There was some dining chairs in the former dining room, and she had developed a work that people could sit at. He followed her into the room:
Cynthia said she gave him formally hand.
- Kahl. he said and took her hand in his, who seethed as a elektrist discharge.
She pulled her hand away. - You will not sit she said again, pointing to a chair of the table.
- When you are seated, he drawled, pulling a chair out for her.
Cynthia was unwell and alert. all the other creditors had openly expressed their anger and not taken into account she was a woman. It was a language she understood. this one was too cool. he scared her more than the others with their passion right outcome. In addition osededenne Mon of sexappel unlike the others who had sweated transmitter at the prospect of losing money. Dark flashing eyes sparkled as black coal in a face that was too hard to be called nicely in Classisk sense. He made her think of a warrior, a Actionman and while he had a dark sounded like she associated with extreme wealth. Who was he? In addition he was one of the nicest men she had seen. Was he he Turk armener, Spaniard? She could not place his accent.
When the man placed his impressive figure in a chair across from her, she judged him to be mid-thirties, dark hair, swarthy, dark-eyed and very expensive dress. She had an eye for fashion and architecture. Jenans could be either low cost or designer, his was the sidte. She took a deep breath as he turned his gaze upon her, and forced herself to maintain it. She was aware of his mouth without focusing on it. It was mellow and sensual with a vicious ripple that matched the expression in his eyes. After a hefty diskution had the other kreditore believed in her, as she had promised to pay them back. She sensed that this man was different - more tough and cynical.
He shifted his position because he was ill on the narrow chair. It could not fit that men had built such-at least not in her world. Even his relaxing clothes could hide the thighs made of iron and shoulders that could carry an ox. She looked down, then it dawned on her that she stared at him. and then slid her gaze down on hand hands. they were great, but did not seem that they were used manually. When he folded his hands behind head. she saw that his stomach was flat ... Stop it admonished herself. He was just another angry creditor.
He put his head on the straw as a call to her to begin. Unlike the others, he had nothing to do with - not even pen to take notes. - Oh mr ...
- Kahl. call me Kahl he said.
He raised his eyebrows. He lined one tatar, and she wondered if he came from the rusiske steppes. Red he be like them? The idea that his strong thighs were thrown on a wild stallion or a woman got it to trickle through her.
You have a suggestion?
She blushed, as if the hand had read her thoughts - It is my intention to repay everything - everything I owe you, you will get back, she stressed, as he did not respond. There was something about him that was her. - Do you think it's funny she asked.
- So far, he muttered and motioned for her to continue.
She did not like his kratistiske behavior, but her honor meant that she has met its obligations - even to this man. As he rubbed his chin, she saw that it had a blue-black shade, even so early in the day. There was something merkant masculine about him that woke her urkvindelighed. Something that she intended to resist.
-Are you one of the architects? she guessed.
- I've heard that your impressive plans to renovate Westbury Hall has fallen to iodine, he said.
She loved his voice. It was so foreign, so exotic ... This was ridiculous. The expression in his eyes was enough to keep her thoughts in check.
- I'm really sorry, but I have been forced to cancel all contracts, she said bluntly. She rowed in his briefcase - Your supposed to be here ...
I doubt it
- I've made a plan, she said, and frowned when she did not contract. - You can read on here, she said, and handed him a document. - There is how I will pay all the benefits they have already made. you can keep the copy.
-I look at it later, he said, and folded the paper together.
Her eyes were drawn to him when he got up halfway and put the papers in the back pocket of his jeans. - I'm sorry she said, and waved by hand - that's all I can offer you now.
He shrugged as he sat down again, and she wondered if she had convinced him. - That was all she said when he did mine to get up. He expected more? Her heart began to pound.
Have you traveled far? she asked with a shrill voice.
- A half day.
- A half day. I'm sorry really. - May I offer you something to drink?
He shrugged - It's almost lunchtime.
- Of course. maybe we can go and eat a sandwich
- Landsbypuppen had closed due to renovation. she had forgotten.
- I'm hungry he admitted, leaning back without breaking eye contact.
She was pushed into a corner. And now she wanted to do something that was completely crazy. - What to take home with me so I'll make you a sandwich?
He got up immediately, pushed his chair back and went and pulled her chair out.
She was really mad, it was no doubt.

The man followed her into the lavlofttede farmhouse kitchen and ducked to avoid the beams.
-The farmer must have been smaller than you, she said casually, although it trickled down her back.
- It would appear so.
She pretended to study the contents of the refrigerator, as she had no idea what she had in it - Cheese? Pickles?
- Whatever you have said the exotic voice.
- Beer? coffee?
- It would be fine with coffee or water
Yes water. There was a boiler even though it was the middle of May.
The air was charged with energy - his energy, she recognized and felt the hairs on her neck stood up. - You better sit down she suggested - before you turn your head.
- Thank you said hanog pulled the kitchen bench out.
And it struck her suddenly. She had no idea who he was. And she had invited him home.
How something she had never done before and would never do it again. But it was not every day her imagination went grasat. Her feelings were a big chaos that she used as an excuse for themselves.
- Do not you want something to eat or drink he asked.
-I am not hungry, she said, and handed him a plate.
- How am I supposed to eat when you do not?
- Hear it is not considered to be serious ... She seemed distracted, slide one hand over her forehead, but which company you represent? You never said.
- Why do not you sit 't with suggested he quietly.
She sat so længt possible from him. - Which company did you say you represent?
-Do you usually invite men you do not know, back home?
- You have not answered my question she said
- You have not answered my he said quietly, leaning back.
- No. rarely, I mean never. she said, biting her lip. Why she apologized to him.
- It is dangerous
- I assure you that I did not usually do this but ...
- But? he interrupted her and looked at her.
- Today is special.
He let her get away with it. - You would know which company he said and pushed the plate away.
- Yes I will. He was right this was dangerous. She knew nothing about him.
- I represent myself
- I understand ...
- I doubt it, he said
The atmosphere was electrical conversion and his confidence disturbing. It seemed like it was something he had planned in advance. - I make coffee, she suggested to put some distance between them.
- You do not - cold water is sufficient.
-It only takes a moment
He shrugged his shoulders.
- Milk, sugar?
He said no to both.
She gave him a mug, and she gasped when their fingers touched each other. It was like a lightning bolt shot through her.
- Scalded you yourself said he worried
- No, I'm fine.
- Will you sit? suggested he and pulled out a chair for her. She sat down because she would not be influenced by him.
Kitchen table was narrow and his long legs almost touched her. And so they did. When she tried to pull back twisted he his leg runt of her and held her.
Her heart shot up in the throat she could not breathe. She looked at him with big eyes and a crazy moment she thought that she would fight him but it was quickly over. The contact was so intimate so enchanting. She knew she was lost.
- Do you feel still safe? he muttered.
She breathed offensive - Yes she lied lipped as she looked into his eyes. She knew that he could overpower her in an instant. She was sure he would not do it unless she wanted it. The silence was so intense that she was in a few sec. could not hear anything but her own heart. Then she became aware of another sound and blushed when it dawned on her that it was her own offensive breathing.
The man's expression was impossible to decipher. He was waiting for something, but what? she should perhaps take the first step?. He was a temptation served on a platter,ridiculously attractive and with x-factor who told her that he knew how to treat a woman. But it was the expression in his eyes that made the difference.
It contained the promise of uforglemmelighed whether oblivion. She could put hjertesog behind a couple of hours.
They were adults. he offered fruit and it was just what she needed.
The chance of love - have sex - with a stranger was absurdly attractive. It was unexplored teritorium for her. She had always thought of sex was something was going on between two people who knew each other well.
But she was consumed with desire. The decision was out of her hands, it was her senses are certain. Every cell in her body was tuned in to his frequency.
Kahl grabbed her wrist and pulled her on her feet. his touch surged through her and he pulled her closer to as she perceived it as if his whole body was in intimate contact with her . It was too late to regret the fact that she was only wearing a thin summer dress with a few strips of lace underneath, too late to regret she did not have the willpower to this man named Kahl. He was more athletically built than she had experienced before. He was big and had full control over its strength. He smelled divine, was hot or hard and she got jelly in the knees when he parted her lips. She could feel his heart beating rapidly as he pressed her against his chest and his own who hammered against his. It was all new feelings she had never before experienced. It was like sitting one on top and move downward. He was hard as marble but far more flexible ...
She came with a little surprised outbreak when he completely without warning lifted her up in his arms.

He put her on the table and lowered her down, as he moved between her legs. Then he pulled her dress up and two hands on her panties while he unbuttoned his fly up ... She felt something silky, warm and smooth and a moment later he stark it into
her and she screamed and urged him to continue. When he followed the invitation was the air knocked out of her by surprise at how big he was, and he waited until she was again ready. So began the wonderful. It was hensides everything she had experienced. He moved plate and mug aside and
lifted her legs so she could put them around him. Now he could penetrate deeper into her. For each shock drilled her nails into balls of steel, so any thought disappeared and the emotions took over. She screamed at some point in ecstasy and he stopped.
- No hikstede she desperately. - Do not stop. You should never stop ... And she laughed pleased and happy when he again moved.

He took her to a place where she had wanted to come, tipped her over the edge. But the experience was so intimate that she was about to faint in his arms.
- Are you okay?
It occurred to her he whispered into her ear and she was weightless in his arms. She buried head against his chest so he could not see her face or hear her trying to regain momentum.
- I asked if you had it good? he repeated softly and then store his hand under her chin so she had to look him in the eyes. - I'm fine, she said and swallowed. But she felt naked, as if his eyes were able to dress her up.
- Do not look away, he insisted. - Bed? suggested he slightly raised eyebrows. - Do you have one? he murmured when she did not answer.
- Yes she said and directed p his clothes. - You must be tired.
- Far from said Kahl, He put his arms around her and pulled her in to him again

She took his hand and walked down the hall. but it was not natural for her to play the vamp, so she hesitated proceeded to the door.
- Just tell me if I should go said Kahl
- No no no

When she woke up, she experienced a moment of blurry satisfaction, so she was grabet of horror and despair. She was alone. What the hell did she expect? A one night stand . She pulled the covers over her and buried head in the pillow.