Maid for Hire & Educating Australia by Capri Montgomery Page A

last night. I made it seem as if I was the only one affected and I'm sorry. I'm sorry the entire class saw us, saw you, because of me."
    "Hey. This wasn't your fault. It was his. Remember that."
    She nodded. "Still...that moment was ours...I wish it hadn't ended up as porn for the evening class."
    "I wish I had watched the DVD instead of just assuming everything was okay."
    She assured him it wasn't his fault. He had no reason to think it was anything other than the DVD he had ordered. He equally assured her it wasn't her fault either.
    "I'm going to take a shower. There's food in the 'fridge." She disappeared into the bedroom. He heard her start singing LeAnne Rimes How Do I Live. She had a spectacularly powerful voice. He was drawn to her bedroom. Watching her sift through drawers and pulling out clothes she wanted to wear. She turned, caught sight of him and immediately stopped singing.
    "You have an amazing voice."
    "Thanks."
    "Why aren't you singing with the band?"
    "No," she shook her head. "Then everybody would be staring at me. I don't like being the center of attention. On drums I'm in the back...virtually out of sight."
    "Trust me, you weren't out of sight. I was staring at you and so was practically every other guy in the place."
    "Really? No."
    "Yes."
    "Oh," she pulled a pair of black, lace shorts-like panties form the drawer. "Shower," she pointed. "You go eat."
    "I can eat after," he stripped off his clothes and joined her in the shower.
    Seeing her naked was reminding him of how much he wanted to be inside her, but he reminded himself to wait. That is he managed to wait until after they dried off. After that he very much wanted to connect with her, so much so that he couldn’t wait. He took her to bed and loved her completely. She was his and he had no intentions of ever letting her go, not unless she wanted him to. Holding her in his arms; having her resting on top of his body, felt so right and so natural that he never wanted that feeling to end.
    The fact that he was thinking of holding on to her brought up another problem for him. Her friends were a big part of her life. The band was important to her and whatever guy she decided to be with he was going to have to fit into that equation. Right now he wasn’t sure that he fit.
    "I don’t think your friends like me too much.”
    “Sure they do,” she said. “They’re just…musicians,” she laughed as if that explained everything.
    “Mike D looks at me like he hates me. Maybe he wants you back.”
    "I told you; we're better as friends. He is like a lot of guys; he doesn’t know how to respect a girlfriend."
    "I respect you."
    "You're way more mature."
    "Did he hurt you," he frowned, suddenly aware of his impending anger.
    "No. Of course not."
    He relaxed beneath her body.
    "I'm hungry."
    "I can take care of that," he winked.
    "For food," she rolled her eyes and pulled herself off him. She pulled his shirt from the floor. "I'm just going to borrow this for a while." She tossed his jeans at him. "Coming?"
    "I could come just looking at you."
    She laughed. "You have a one track mind Kyle Donovan. Put your jeans on."
    He put his jeans on, sans underwear, as he looked at her long legs. Those legs had been wrapped around him, straddled him and draped over his shoulder perfectly. What he wanted to do was get her flat on her back right now, but she needed to eat.
    His thoughts shattered with the sound of breaking glass followed by the alarm blaring.
    "Stay here;" he left her in the bedroom as he went to investigate.
    He came to a stop in the living room. The French doors leading out to the wraparound porch had been kicked in. Instinct propelled him back to the bedroom. He knew a diversion when he saw one. The bastard probably expected her to run to the living room, or cower in a closet. What he hadn't been expecting would be one highly pissed off expert, and if anything had happened to Australia the bastard would have no place to hide.
    He reached the bedroom