An American Submissive in Britain Read Free Page B

course, were courtesy of her best friend, Maggie, who had told her that British men tended to be overly shy, geeky nerds, or beer-swilling couch potatoes. With the obvious exceptions, of course, being Daniel Craig and David Beckham.
    Gina took a deep breath and walked resolutely up to the stranger with the sign. Just as she reached him, the placard moved down, and Gina found herself staring up into a pair of deep brown eyes that, after a second, traveled down her body and then up again as his lips stretched into a broad, friendly smile.
    She was at a total loss for words for perhaps the second time in her entire life. The man in front of her was tall, extremely muscular, and altogether far too sexy. Whatever she had been expecting, this wasn’t it. Maybe there was another Gina Ramsey at the airport today.
    Shit, pull yourself together and say something, she thought, but he beat her to it.
    “Miss Ramsey?” he said in a deep, strong voice. When she nodded, he carried on, “I’m Guy Anderson. I know you said that you could find your own way to Newmarket, but I’ve been here in London for a conference for the last two days, so I decided to stick around and meet you off your flight.”
    Gina managed a smile as Guy reached over and took her suitcase from her. “That’s really kind of you. I didn’t want to be any trouble, but to be honest, the thought of trying to get a train or coach right now isn’t exactly appealing. So I’m very grateful.”
    God, that’s really pathetic. Not five minutes ago, she had been all excited about being in a new country and doing some exploration by herself, and now a pair of gorgeous eyes and a great body had overridden her need to be independent completely. Her earlier thoughts of not wanting to be stuck with a stranger seemed to have disappeared into thin air as the two of them made their way out of the terminal.
    Guy led Gina across the road and into a multistory parking lot. The air was crisp and cold even though the sun was still shining, and she shivered at the extreme temperature change from inside the airport.
    Guy obviously noticed her shiver. “I always hate that about flying. You spend hours breathing in reconditioned air and then either freeze or overheat at your destination.”
    Gina smiled, pulling gloves out of her coat pocket. “This should do the trick.” While she pulled them on, she hoped to God that her breath was not too evil and her hair didn’t look like it’d been pulled through a hedge backward. She’d not had a chance to look at herself since she’d used the bathroom on the plane about four hours ago. She groaned inwardly. He probably thought she looked a complete mess. He, on the other hand, was anything but. Gina couldn’t wait to call Maggie and knock her ideas about British men right out of the park.
    For God’s sake, get a grip, she thought. What the hell does it matter what this man is like. You’re here to sort out the house and meet a new brother and sister. That was more than enough to deal with.
    “Is everything okay, Miss Ramsey? That’s quite a frown.”
    Gina glanced up at him, embarrassed. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine. It was just…well…”
    Guy raised an eyebrow and then grinned as he opened the trunk of the car they had stopped in front of. It was a dark blue Daimler Jaguar, a classic, and Gina smiled in appreciation.
    “Wow, this is beautiful,” she said, taking in the sleek lines and the chrome jaguar hood ornament. “It’s late seventies, early eighties, right?”
    Guy closed the trunk and glanced at her in surprise. “I’m impressed. You’re a car fan?”
    “My stepdad is into classic cars in a big way,” Gina answered. “It drives my mom crazy sometimes when he drags her to car shows hundreds of miles away just to look at an old Mustang or whatever, but I picked up a few pointers during my childhood. I can appreciate a nice-looking car as much as the next woman.”
    He opened the passenger door for her, and she