Liana's POV
I'd never wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole more than I did right now. My entire body was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the dream I had just a couple of minutes. Instead, I burned from embarrassment.
How much had he heard? How long had he been sitting there for? What did he think of me right now? Did he think I was some slut or probably someone who couldn't keep her urges in check?
I groaned internally, as I pushed the many thoughts aside. If I thought about it too much, then best believe that there was no way I would be able to get anything done at all. I would just focus on it, and I hated it.
I stared at Kieran's face, my eyes searching for even the slightest bit of an emotional betrayal. Maybe if I had even so much as the tiniest idea about how he felt, I would know how to move forward from here. But , he didn't. His face was stoic and I felt the urge to scream out loud.
I wasn't a mind reader either, so there was no way to try to figure out his thoughts about me. And it wasn't like I could just ask.
Finally, I pulled my eyes away from him. He still hasn't said a thing, and I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel embarrassed all the more.
Pin drop silence settled all around us, and right now, I wouldn't mind a distraction or any interruption at all.
"What were you dreaming about?" Kieran finally spoke. That wasn't the question I'd expected, and all it did was make flustered. "Come on, tell me."
I shook my head slowly. There was no way I could bring myself to speak.
"Come on, princess. Don't tell me you're shy?" There was an edge to his voice. It sounded sexy, dangerous and I didn't miss the sexy undertone underneath it too. "Who knows, I just might be able to help you bring your dream to reality."
My head jerked up faster than normal, and I was surprised how my neck hadn't snapped into two.
"Nothing." I muttered, hoping that the heat creeping up the back of my neck wasn't spreading through my face, and if it had, I hoped he would ignore it. "It's nothing. You don't have to bother yourself…."
"I don't think it's nothing." He whispered, leaning in closer "In fact, I think I know what your dream was about."
My stomach churned in excitement. His voice was doing things to me, things I never thought possible, and I had no idea how much I could take before I melted into him.
It was a hassle trying to get a hold on myself, but just when I thought I was doing a great job, the unimaginable happened.
A small gasp slid past my lips as his hands grabbed my fingers. As opposed to how calloused and rough they were, i couldn't focus on anything else asides how soft his palm and hand was.
I was still reeling from the closet contact, when he took it a step further.
He kicked my fingers.
It was slow and sensual, and my body ran wild at his touch. His tongue swirled delicately around each other, and with his eyes hooded over, he seemed to be in a paradise of his own. I clenched my thighs together as I bit down on my lower lip, forcing the moans that threatened to slip out, to stay put.
I reveled in his touch, as he repeated the action over and over again, before crowning it all by sucking on each and every one of my finger.
I bit back the urge to yell his name, but before I could even second guess it or not, he pulled away from me.
"You have such soft hands." He quipped, and believe me when I said every bit of danger and sex appeal was nowhere to be seen. Like that wasn't shocking enough, he dropped my hand with inhumane speed too. "BUT that doesn't mean they should be idle. Come on, I have a job for you."
What?
I couldn't believe my ears. I was stunned, but I couldn't bring myself to complain.
What was I going to say? Please don't stop turning me on?
It was pathetic even thinking about it.
Kieran was on his feet in no time, and I followed him to his room. It was huge, and clean, which was something I didn't expect.
He'd picked dark monotones for the color scheme in his room, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't pretty cool. Just like my room, his had a bookshelf, but even bigger, and I wondered just how much of a reader he was.
"Starting today," his broke through my thoughts. "You'll be in charge of cleaning my room.
I wanted to protest immediately, but I bit back on my words before they could slip out. Why did he expect me to clean anywhere in his room, talk more of his room? I wasn't a maid, and I definitely hadn't escaped all of those chores back at home, just to start all over again here. There was no way I was going to do it. Impossible.
I had barely decided, before another thought popped up in my mind. Kieran had actually invited me in when I had nowhere to stay, wasn't this a small price to pay, just so I could have a roof over my head?
I didn't want to admit it, but it actually made sense. I stared at Kieran one last time, before letting out a slightly dejected "fine"
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A couple of days had passed, and if I was being honest, cleaning up Kieran's room wasn't that bad. In the two days since I'd started working, I realized he wasn't exactly a messy person, so there was usually little to nothing to clean up. Ever since I started though, he was nowhere to be found.
He was never in his room when I came to clean in the mornings, and even when I left, he still hadn't returned. Yesterday, I'd intentionally waited behind, just to see if he would at least show up, but he didn't.
"He's probably busy." I mutteredto myself as I walked into his empty room. "I'm sure he's fine.
I got to cleaning immediately, and as usual there wasn't much to do. I was neck deep into cleaning out his wardrobe, when something caught my eye. It was a door, a secret door, just tucked away from unsuspecting eyes. It was so intricately hidden, that if I hadn't been so focused on cleaning, I wouldn't have seen it. But that wasn't the best part.
It was open.
A gasp slid past my lips as I tried the lock and it slid open. That familiar rush of adrenaline spread through my system, and I felt giddy just at the thought of what could be inside.
My hands grazed the doorknob, and just as I was about to open it, Kieran's warning rang in my ears.
I don't like snoopers. His voice echoed around me. And I enjoy punishing little girls who think they can go Scot free with it
It had been some days ago, but it's effects on me was still the same, it sent shivers down my spine. Literally.
My plan had been to pretend like I hadn't seen anything, but a thought occurred to me. It had been closed the previous days, so why wa it suddenly open today?
That piqued my interest all the more, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pushed the door open.
It was nothing like I'd expected and I couldn't help but be stunned. Paintings of various sizes and colors were hung up on the wall, and it felt like walking down a fairytale. Each one of them looked like the door to a different world, and I wondered if that was even possible.
I was still sightseeing, when something caught my eyes. It was a painting, but I couldn't help but notice how different it was from the others.
I inched closer to get a closer look and when I had, I gasped. The painting was of a man covered in blood, with a distorted face to accompany his already guesome nature. The entire aura of the piece was unsettling, and it made my stomach churn.
What the hell was that?