Tied Up With Love: A feel-good, romantic comedy to make you smile. Holly Martin

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СКАЧАТЬ a prop, just in case they want to sweep the stuff off the desk dramatically.’

      ‘The certificates, the papers in the trays?’

      ‘Fake. Come on, I’ll show you the kitchen.’

      He walked out and Izzy stared at the room in shock. The room was perfect, exactly what an office of a rich, successful businessman should look like. There was so much more to this kidnapping business than met the eye.

      She followed Ethan down the corridor into a huge kitchen. There was a big black marble breakfast bar in the middle of the room and Izzy was getting the sense that these large flat surfaces were designed for one thing only. There was also a massive dining table and large floor to ceiling windows that opened onto a beautiful garden.

      ‘This is a real working kitchen, it was part of the original house but has been completely redecorated since then. There are some couples who have food fetishes. Or get hungry after sex. As part of the package we ask them if they want any food provided, at an extra cost of course. Most people will just order a pizza after they’ve finished but some like strawberries to be left in the fridge, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, champagne, that sort of thing.’

      ‘And then there’s the dining table or breakfast bar if they’re still feeling horny?’

      Ethan smiled. ‘You’re catching on.’

      He pushed a door open into a lounge that had a long black leather sofa and a huge widescreen TV. He didn’t pause long in here, Izzy guessed it was pretty self-explanatory. Moments later they were back in the hall again.

      ‘I’ll show you upstairs.’

      Izzy followed him up the oak lined staircase, the bannister was a beautiful twisted wooden creation that swept up the stairs but all she could focus on was the tight, gorgeous arse in the black jeans ahead of her.

      ‘This is the suite. It used to be four bedrooms and we had it converted into a lounge area, bedroom and en-suite bathroom. There are two other bedrooms up here but generally our clients will use the suite. It’s very plush and adds credence to any of the billionaire stories that our clients like to act out.’ She followed him into a foyer area that had a black table with a startling array of welcome flowers in the middle. There was an ivory tiled floor and white walls with stunning pieces of modern art adding vibrant splashes of colour to the room.

      ‘This part is the bedroom.’ Ethan pushed open the door and Izzy saw a giant, tall four poster bed and what looked like a very sleek bathroom through another door beyond the bedroom. Izzy walked in and looked around. It was stunning, resembling something from a very exclusive hotel, with a trace of historical romance too. There was a large painting above the headboard. It was a couple, entwined in a passionate embrace, but their limbs and bodies merged together as one. She took a step towards it, marvelling at the sheer lust and fire that was cleverly depicted in the artist’s strokes.

      Suddenly from behind them was the sound of giggling.

      ‘Nick I want you to ravish me. Remember that time in Milan, I want you to take me like that,’ Kirsty said, her voice drifting closer.

      ‘Damn it,’ Ethan hissed, grabbing Izzy’s arm and dragging her into the nearby walk-in closet, he quickly closed the door behind them just as Nick burst into the room carrying Kirsty dressed now in just her underwear. Izzy stared at them in shock through the tiny crack in the door. There was no way she wanted to be in here whilst they were doing… whatever it was they were going to do.

      There was no room in the closet, Izzy was suddenly painfully aware of that. Ethan was standing right behind her, his breath warming the back of her neck, his heat burning her. The smell of him was dark, tropical, heady. As she shifted back an inch away from the door, she was met with a solid wall of muscle against her body.

      ‘Nick hurry, quick, I want you inside me now,’ panted Kirsty and Izzy pulled a face.

      Izzy turned round and glared at Ethan in the semi darkness. ‘Why are we in here, while they’re out there doing that?’ she whispered, although she imagined she could shout it – Nick and Kirsty would be too busy to hear.

      ‘We’re not supposed to be here, I promised them the house to themselves. I just didn’t expect them to be finished with the basement so soon.’

      ‘I’m not standing here listening to that.’

      ‘Oh god, Nick, you great big beast.’

      ‘Why, it will give you a good idea of how our operation works.’ She could see Ethan smirking at her. ‘Fortunately I have an escape route.’

      With some difficulty, Ethan turned away from her, brushing his hard back against her face. She heard the sound of wood scraping against wood and a stale breeze washed over her. Ethan suddenly stepped away from her and to her great surprise walked down a short dark corridor at the back of the wardrobe. As the groans and thuds grew louder behind her, she hurried forward after him.

      ‘Are we going to Narnia?’ she whispered.

      ‘Somewhere far duller I’m afraid.’

      Ethan pushed open another wooden panel at the end of the short corridor and stepped out into another closet. He pushed the closet door open and walked into a smaller bedroom with a large white bed, covered in a beautiful patchwork quilt. Izzy stepped out blinking into the bright bedroom and Ethan closed the door on the groans and shouts behind her.

      ‘Secret passageways? Does that sort of thing happen a lot then?’

      ‘My dad built it for us when me and Gizmo were younger, so it connected our rooms. We loved it, we spent hours of fun pretending to be spies or robbers running from the law.’

      Izzy smiled. ‘This was your room?’

      Ethan nodded and looked round the room with sudden affection. Quite why this new information suddenly added to his sex appeal Izzy didn’t know, but it did. She tried to imagine Ethan as a small boy, playing here and what the room would have looked like all those years before.

      She looked around at the beautiful country landscapes and the vases of flowers. Fairy lights twisted round the bed’s headboard. It was cute. ‘I like this room.’

      ‘Thought you might. This is for the romantics, generally the ones that like to be rescued use this room.’

      ‘That’s really not my thing.’

      ‘Being rescued?’

      ‘I can take care of myself.’

      ‘Of that I have no doubt.’

      She wasn’t sure if that was a knock or not. Obviously she wasn’t Ethan’s type. He certainly liked to be the one in charge in a relationship.

      ‘Have you ever brought a woman here, a girlfriend, acted out your fantasies, used the facilities so to speak?’

      ‘No, never. Business and pleasure don’t mix.’

      ‘So, the whole kidnapping thing, that’s not a fantasy of yours?’

      ‘Not really, my fantasies are consensual.’

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