Five

*()*

She looked as if she had just come from her coronation to Abraham as she walked up the walkway to his home. He walked out to greet her halfway. Abigail stared up at him wearing a blue t-shirt and blue jeans. It was a stark change from his suits, but he still would make the women fight to the death over him.

"Orion said that you did not own a pair of jeans."

She watched as his brow wrinkled in annoyance. "Orion will say anything to keep you away from me."

He directed her towards his home, and they began walking up the walkway towards it. Abigail stared at his profile. "Why would he do that?"

Abraham faced her. "According to him, I am after you for more than just business."

He watched her frown as she turned away. "Why would he think that?"

"Who understands the mind of Orion? However, if I were after you, you would know the difference."

Abigail looked over at him. "Of course, but since you are not, we are don't have to listen to Orion."

Abraham allowed her to walk inside his home first.

Abigail stood in the foray and stared at the beauty of his home. "How could you want to leave every morning?"

"It is difficult sometimes, but lately I have found the strength."

Abigail chuckled as she looked over at him as he smiled at her. "Let's go to the study."

She followed him through the house and walked into the relaxing room he called his study. He offered her a seat on the sofa.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Abigail shook her head, and Abraham sat next to her and took a manila folder off the table in front of him.

"I want to read what is in this file very carefully. All the information inside is true."

He gave her the folder, and Abigail opened it up and began reading. Abraham watched the crease in her brow grow more profound as she turned the page and learned more about Marshall Moloch's history. She raised her head after ten minutes of reading and stared at him.

"How can be walking amongst us with these reported cases against him?"

"People fear him, and he has powerful friends that he can blackmail if need be?"

She placed the folder back on the table and laid her head in her hands. "I don't want him coming after me."

Abraham moved closer to her. "I am not going to let you become his next victim. You are my business partner I can't allow that."

Abigail raised her head and laid her hands on her thighs. "He seems to not care about that. Does he hate women?"

"He loves and hates them. Though I think that you are more in the love category."

Abigail threw her head back and groaned. "Why, he did not seem to like me at all at the party?"

Abraham raised an eyebrow. "You are gorgeous, intelligent and not afraid to mix it up with the big boys. He finds those attributes, attractive."

Abigail snickered. "He sounds like Orion,"

Abraham sat back against the sofa and laid his arm across the ledge of the sofa. "You like Orion,"

He watched as her brow creased with a frown. "Compared to what a nest of bees."

He chuckled, and Abigail smiled. "You seemed comfortable with him at the celebration."

"I had no choice he was sitting next to me."

"He is rather clingy."

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "You were annoying as well."

Abraham chuckled. "I am not annoying."

Her laughter filled the room. "You would say that because you can't see yourself."

He leaned forward bringing his face close to hers. "I am not annoying."

Her blatant smirk made him smile. "Did all those women tell you that to stay in your presence?"

"No, you are in my presence, not all those women."

Abigail snickered. 'Well, Mr. Van Brunt I am telling you that you can be annoying."

Abraham let his eyes roam her face and lips. "Maybe it's you that is annoying."

"Because I ignore you,"

His deep chuckling made her chuckle. "You think that you could ignore me if I wanted you."

Abigail turned away from him. "I have made it human nature to ignore annoying men."

Abraham chuckled. "You should be commended for such a tireless feat, but I am not one of those men."

Abigail laughed and faced him. "Yes, you are."

Abraham moved closer to her smiling at her, you are not getting me expression on her face. She wanted to challenge him in his home. She thought that she had some protection against him when he really wanted to woo a woman.

"You have no idea what being wooed by me involves."

Abigail moved closer to him and stared into his blue eyes. She did not know where this streak of recklessness came from. Maybe it was the thrill from eluding Nick or Katrina talking about She had just read a file about a complete monster, but all she wanted to do was spar with her business partner about how annoying he was.

"I am not asking for your attention."

Abraham chuckled again at Abigail's smile. Did she realize that her thigh was touching his? His guest had crossed the forbidden line of business. She had marked him. When he had laid his hands on her it was to keep her from falling or to direct her in a direction that he wanted her to go. What was her reason for touching his thigh with hers?

"Aren't you asking for it, Abigail?"

She snickered and pushed at his chest with her hand. Abraham grabbed the small appendage and began examining it. Abigail watched him as he gently ran his thumb over her soft skin. She felt the nervousness rise in her belly, but it started to turn into something warmer the longer that he touched her hand.

"So small you are." His hand moved down her arm, and Abigail could only stare.

"I.. I am not small."

Abraham smiled at the gasping sound of her voice that reached his ears. He raised his head and looked at her. His hand moved to the material on her lap. "I love this color on you. I like the way the fabric conforms to your hips and curves."

His hand moved towards the side of her thigh and the slit that exposed her brown skin. He watched her eyes as she stared back into his. Did she know that she looked hypnotized by his touch?

The knock on the door pulled Abigail from her trance, and she slowly pulled away from his body.

"Yes, "

"Breakfast is ready sir."

"Thank John,"

"Excellent sir,"

Abigail fixed her dress and then looked over at Abraham when she regained her senses. The billionaire slowly stood and offered her his hand. "Let us continue our talk about what you cannot ignore over breakfast."

Abigail slowly placed her hand on his, and he helped her stand and led her out of his study.

*()*

She was not expecting him to sit next to her after he pulled her chair out for her. She did not want to talk about him touching her, so she thought to bring up Marshall. "Thank you for showing me that file."

Abraham nodded. "You should know, but I will keep him in check."

"I know you don't like anyone frightening your business partners."

Abraham chuckled and poured his partner some orange juice. "That's part of it."

Abigail smiled. "What is the other part?"

"Your education."

Her chuckling made him smile. "I don't need an education from you."

"Yes, you do,"

She could not believe his brazen attitude. "Are you turning into Orion before my eyes."

Abraham raised an eyebrow at her comparison of him and Orion. "Hardly, you will like when I pay attention to you."

Abigail picked up a slice of bread and chuckled. "Oh, educate me on how you know that."

"You touched me."

"That was an accident."

Abraham moved closer to her. "An accident would involve a quick movement away from the person. You touched me twice, and I only wanted to return the gesture."

Abigail shook her head smiling at his words as she stared at him. "I feel comfortable around you that is all."

"Comfortable is not what I am going for."

Abigail smiled and moved closer. "Well, it's all that you are going to get?"

His beautiful blue eyes moved over her face and then his head lowered as he looked over her body. He had to see her heaving breasts and trembling skin. Abraham returned his gaze to her eyes and spoke with a deeper tone.

"That's not all,"

"That's not all what?" He was beginning to love the breathless sound that came from her lips when she was flustered.

"That is not all that I am going to get."

His eyes dropped towards her body again before he spoke. "Let us eat before everything gets cold."

*()*

Abigail followed him outside towards the garden and smiled at the beauty here. "How is it again that you manage to leave here?"

Abraham's arm around her waist directed her to a soft cushioned seat on the wooden swing, He sat beside her. "Lately I have new projects that are keeping me busy."

Abigail sat back and found his arm along the back of the swing, but she did not mind it. The moderate breeze and the smell of honeysuckle made her close her eyes and sigh.

"I could never leave here willingly if I lived here."

"It is better with two living here."

Abigail opened her eyes and looked over at him. "None of your groupies made the cut."

Abraham smiled and leaned closer to her. "My standards are too high. You need the updated version about me. Your low view of me is upsetting."

Abigail laughed as the swing slowly began to rock back and forth. "I am annoying you."

Abraham moved even closer. "Annoying is not the word that I would use."

Abigail only had to move back to get space from his body, but she was unable to tell her body that message. Right now the only thing that it could do was tremble and tingle when he spoke. "What word would you use."

Her breathless voice made him smile. "Complicated,"

"I'm complicated,"

She felt his hand touch hers on her lap. "Our situation is complicated. We are partners in business."

Abigail found the strength to pull her hands from his. Her eyes avoided his as she began to speak. "Of course and that is all that we shall be. So how could it be complicated?"

"Attraction is a strange thing sometimes, but sometimes it is not."

Her eyes locked on to his. "I admit that you are a very handsome man, but I am not attracted to you."

"Then why are you trembling sitting next to me. The warm breeze should make you at ease, but it seems as if something is causing your body to react this way, Abigail Mills."

She felt his hand touch her cheek and her eyes closed and did not understand why she felt as if she would evaporate into liquid. Abigail reached up and laid her hand over his hand on her cheek and then opened her eyes and stared at the beautiful blues that had never left her face.

"There is nothing wrong with being attracted to someone. Don't you agree?"

She began to speak, but the sound of someone calling her name made both of them turn and see Orion standing there looking very upset at them touching each other.

Author's Notes

Its been forever, so please be kind and read or reread this book. Please excuse any errors you find. Thank you for still reading. Frostbytefire