‘There was only a very small number of women I actually slept with during those years,’ he volunteered stiffly. Leah took the opportunity to wash her face at the sink and drag a comb through her hair and was filled with self-loathing for herself as she did both. He studied her for several taut seconds and then swung away in silence. Leah pushed unsteady fingers through her messy hair and just stared at him, her bewilderment writ large in her eyes. ‘You put them in water,’ he suggested doggedly. ‘And what do you expect me to do with these?’ she rose above her disbelief to screech, murderously conscious of the make-up she hadn’t bothered to take off the night before, the panda circles round her eyes, the hair standing on end and Nik poised there like an advert for Italian suits and perfect grooming. A huge bunch of red roses was stuffed into her startled arms, Nik in their wake, devious as ever, taking advantage of her sleepy astonishment to walk in and shut the door behind him. Leah dragged herself up, pulled on her wrap and opened it. But she didn’t cry she was damned if she would cry over him. Her mattress had the consistency of rock. It was four in the morning before she slept. She wanted to put her head down and sob her heart out but she had an audience of at least twenty people and a job to consider. And that didn’t make her feel better either although it certainly should have done. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him spring up and stride out of the bar. She would make him crawl over broken glass and beg and she would still say no! But it wouldn’t make her feel a whole lot better. He just asked, ‘Will you sleep with me tonight?’ In Greece he had said ‘you could make me beg’. So what did he do? She shivered with sheer rage.
It had taken him a month to appreciate the fact that sexually he had still to sate that inconvenient craving in her direction. ‘But it was exactly what you were bloody well thinking about!’ she shot down at him, and trailed her fingers free to walk back to the piano.Īll he ever thought about, if anyone had cared to ask her. ‘I shouldn’t have wasn’t what I meant to say,’ he grated.
He caught her hand, preventing her from walking away. And she wanted him so much in spite of everything that she hated herself. ‘Then you’ve got a problem.’ Trembling like a leaf, Leah stood up, and all but drowned in the sexual charge of his glittering gaze. ‘There hasn’t been anyone else,’ he asserted in a driven undertone as if he expected that to make all the difference. ‘Believe it,’ he advised, running rampantly hungry black eyes over every inch of her visible above the table-top. Ust do not believe you are saying this to me-’ General Liability Insurance: A Complete Guide
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