The Flaw in His Diamond(8)

'Ready.' Buoyed with renewed confidence, she flung the door wide.

'No.'

'No?'

'No,' he repeated flatly.

She had been on the point of apologising for her casual appearance, but  now she was stoked. Her cheeks blazed red as he stared at her.

'You can't go to the wedding dressed like that.'

'Well, what do you suggest?'

What made things worse was the sight of Roman dressed for the wedding.  Wearing chinos, cinched with a beautifully tooled leather belt, he had a  pale linen jacket slung over his shoulders and a dark shirt underneath.  He looked even more amazing than before if such a thing were possible.  His thick dark hair was still damp from the shower, and stubble was  already shading his disapproving face. It should be illegal to look so  hot. If every ruthless entrepreneur looked like Roman Quisvada, it was  no wonder they could strip assets faster than Eva could throw a spanner  in their works.

'Well?' she prompted as he continued to narrow his eyes and ponder. 'I  didn't come here planning to attend a wedding. I don't even want to go.  You suggested it-'

'Yes, I did,' he admitted thoughtfully.

'Are you ashamed of me?'

He seemed to come round, as if this genuinely hadn't occurred to him.

'I have no feelings regarding you at all. I just think you might feel  more comfortable if you were dressed differently, that's all.'

'That settles it,' she flashed, backing into the room. 'I'll wait for you in the village-'

With whip-fast reactions, he held the door firm.

'Wait for me where?' He stood belligerently in her way. 'You'll come  with me-and you'll come with me now. This isn't a multiple-choice, Eva.  The decision has already been made.'





CHAPTER FIVE

'DO YOU SERIOUSLY think anyone will notice what I'm wearing?' she said, starting to worry.

'Everyone will notice what you're wearing.'

'Because I'm with you,' she scoffed.

'They'll be curious,' Roman admitted with a shrug.

I bet they will. 'Why don't you just say I'm an employee who turned up unexpectedly?'

For the first time he seemed amused. 'No one will believe that, Eva.  They know me too well to think I could be surprised that way.'

'Because all your employees do what you tell them, I suppose.'

He gave her a sleepy look that suggested everyone did as he told  them-with one notable exception. 'Maybe they'll think I'm a roadie with  the band?' Lifting her shoulders, she let them drop again.

'Is that what you want people to think?' Roman's lips pressed down attractively.

'I don't care what they think-'

'But I think you do,' he said. 'These are good people, Eva. I think you'll want them to like you.'

That was the one answer she hadn't expected-the one answer she didn't  have a smart retort for. Concern from Roman was so unexpected that,  quite inappropriately, her eyes filled with tears. She wasn't used to  people other than her sisters showing concern for her. They were  generally afraid to in case she bit their head off. She had never been  so wrong-footed before. And had never felt quite so out of place.

'I'm just trying to be practical, Eva,' Roman pointed out. 'I'm trying  to help you. Why can't you accept that? And we don't have much time.'

As he glanced at his watch she knew he was right. It would be rude if  the one man who was surely a valued guest arrived late at the party. 'So  what do you suggest?' she said, shrugging unhappily.

'That belt,' he murmured.

'What belt?' she said, frowning impatiently.

'The one you're wearing on your jeans. It's very pretty.'

She was surprised he'd noticed. It was a good belt. She'd bought it  when she had bought a few things in memory of her mother who had been  über feminine. It was just a slim leather belt inlaid with polished  turquoise set in silver.

The belt was giving him a welcome distraction from the sight of Eva's  spectacular breasts pressing against her too-tight top. They were just  one more attribute she seemed totally oblivious to. The belt had given  him an idea. Yes, he could do without attending his cousin's wedding  with the complication of such an unconventional 'plus one', but as she  was going, and as, contrary to Eva's opinion of him, he wasn't in the  habit of humiliating people, he wanted to help her out.                       
       
           



       

'Where are you going?' she called after him as he backed off and strode away down the corridor.

He had never found a good enough reason to explain himself.

He was back in a few short seconds with a new white tee still in its packet.

'What am I supposed to do with that?' she said as he handed it over.

'You're supposed to go back inside your room and put it on.'

Taking it out of the wrapping, she shook it out. 'Are you joking? This  will drop straight off me. I'm guessing it's yours. You're twice my  size, Roman.'

'At least twice.'

'So...?'

'So just put it on for me. If it doesn't work, we'll park the idea.  Just try it,' he coaxed, masking a grin at her expression. 'You never  know. You might like the look.'

'I very much doubt it.'

'Just do it, Eva, or we'll be late.' His tone had changed, and with a  mutinous look she retreated behind the door, slamming it, for the second  time in their short acquaintance, in his face.

Pride vied with her natural caution, but eventually practicality won  the day. Roman was right. She didn't want to look like a complete idiot  at the party, and at least if she tried to make a dress out of his top  she wouldn't look so wildly out of place. It was a party on a beach.  She'd give it a try, anyway. Why not?

The tee did not fit.

Of course it didn't fit. Why had she ever thought it would? Twisting  her hair, like her temper, into an even tighter knot of fury, she opened  the door.

'Problem?' Roman murmured, easing away from the wall.

Apart from the fact that her hair was half falling down, while the tee  had no such inhibitions and would have dropped straight off if she  hadn't grabbed hold of it.

'No. No problem. I always go out for the night dressed like this.' She garnished the denial with a withering look.

Did he have to look quite so relaxed...so hot, so amused?

'The problem is glaringly obvious. The top gapes everywhere. What do you imagine will happen if I let go?'

'I'd rather not imagine.' But the sexy mouth tugged as Roman slouched on one hip. 'I think you need help.'

'Is that meant to be funny?'

'You're so touchy. Do you have a guilty conscience, Eva Skavanga?'

'Why?'

'Maybe you shouldn't have come here after all.'

'And maybe I shouldn't have trusted you to give me a bed for the night  as you promised. I had no idea there'd be so many complications.'

'Come here.'

'I will not.' She backed away as he beckoned to her.

'Eva...'

His voice was soft.

Like a lion tamer hiding the whip. She retreated another step. She  didn't like that look on his face one bit. She almost shot out of her  skin when he put his hands on her shoulders. The knack was to remain  calm, she told herself firmly. Don't react. Look him in the eyes. She  tottered round stiffly as he slowly turned her in front of him. 'What  the hell?'

'Where's the belt, Eva?'

'The belt? I left it with my jeans. And if you're thinking what I think  you're thinking, I can tell you now that a belt isn't going to save  this situation.'

'Just get it, will you, and let me be the judge of that?'

Another order? She huffed and narrowed her eyes. But, hey, what harm  did it do to go get the belt? At least she could prove him wrong.

He fastened the belt loosely round her waist.

'Almost there,' he murmured, slipping the neck of the tee off one shoulder.

She tried not to flinch when his hand brushed her neck, but a shiver ran through her as he brushed her naked flesh.

He stood back to take a look. 'Just one more tweak-'

She gasped as he released her messy hair, allowing it to cascade in wild abandon around her shoulders.

'Now look what you've done.' She pulled a face as she tried to scrape her hair back.

'Bellissima...' Roman moved her hand away. 'Now you're ready.'

She swung away from him in fury. And caught sight of herself in the mirror. Goodness. She looked almost feminine.

'From temperamental tomboy to pale, Botticelli waif,' Roman observed  with the irony back in his voice. 'I've no doubt you'll be the toast of  the party.'                       
       
           



       

He'd be toast if he tried anything like that again. 'I very much doubt  it,' she scoffed. 'And if you're trying to suggest that I look anything  like Botticelli's painting of the Birth of Venus-I'm not naked. And I've  certainly no intention of standing in a shell.'

'Just make sure you don't stand on one when you're down on the beach,'  he said, not the least bit fazed by her heated expression.

More mockery. More...everything. Wicked eyes...Fabulous teeth...Bad, bad sexy mouth.

'Are you ready, Eva?'

For anything. 'If you say so,' she conceded grudgingly, somehow managing to drag her gaze away.

She pointedly ignored Roman's offer to hook her arm through his and  walked past him. 'Thank you so much for helping me to style my outfit...  It's almost impossible to find a good stylist these days.'