At the Brazilian's Command(25)

With a warm smile at the waitress, Tiago raised a brow as he turned to Danny.

‘You wanted to hear about my place of work?' She judged that a safe enough topic to start off with.

‘Go ahead.' Smiling faintly, he looked down as he attempted to ease his  legs beneath the dainty table without sending it crashing to the floor.

‘You're too big for here,' she said as she steadied the teapot.

‘Too big for civilised company?'

She buried her face in her teacup.

‘So?' he pressed with a faint strand of amusement in his voice when she  failed to answer him. ‘This farm where you're working...?'

‘It's a tenancy,' Danny revealed, looking up now they were back on safe  ground. ‘The landlord lives off-site. He owns several similar  properties, and he has asked if I would consider managing all of them  for him.'

‘Has he indeed?' Tiago's jaw tightened.

‘There's no need to sound so suspicious. He's old enough to be my grandfather and due to retire any time now. More tea?'

Tiago's eyes narrowed at her prim tone, drawing her attention to the  fact that he was twice the size of any man in the tea room. His hair was  thicker, blacker, wavier and more unruly. And you could take it as a  flat-out fact that there wasn't another man in the place wearing a gold  earring. Local skin was blue-white-freckled, in her case-while Tiago's  skin was swarthy, and she was quite sure there wasn't a man in a  fifty-mile radius who could boast anything close to his physique.

‘I feel like a giant, trying to fit my frame into this chair.'

She was forced to smile when he eased his position gingerly. ‘You'll break it if you move too suddenly,' she warned.

Dipping his head, he stared up at her in a way that sent heat to every  part of her body. It was impossible to remain immune to Tiago's  particular brand of charm, and impossible to forget how it felt to be  held in his arms. And now every woman in the place was staring at him.                       
       
           



       

‘I won't catch you if you fall,' she warned him when he tipped his chair back.

‘You've already caught me, chica.'

Tiago's murmur and that black stare fixed onto hers made her think of one thing only-and it wasn't tea.

‘Are you ready to go?' he said.

She was about to leave when the bell tinkled over the door and Hamish,  the gamekeeper, and his crew walked in. She was glad of the distraction,  and surprised when Hamish acknowledged Tiago as if they were old  friends-but then she remembered that they would have met at Chico's.

‘Are you okay, Danny?' Hamish asked gruffly.

‘Yes. Thank you.'

After the two men had exchanged greetings, and Hamish had gone to find a  table, Tiago turned to her. ‘Come to dinner with me tonight.'

‘I'm sorry?'

‘You will be if you refuse me,' he threatened with a wicked smile.

She gave him a warning look that didn't deter him at all. ‘Are you asking me out?'

‘That's exactly what I'm doing,' Tiago confirmed.

His lips pressed down, drawing her attention to the fact that he was  badly in need of a shave-as usual. Imagining that stubble scraping her  skin was a breath-stealing reminder of how it had felt when he kissed  her.

‘It's harmless,' he said. ‘We're married, and I'm in town.'

Nothing was harmless where Tiago was concerned, but she couldn't bring  herself to let him go yet. ‘I have to eat, and so do you. Why not?'

Why not? She could think of a thousand reasons why not. Discarding them  all, she allowed her imagination to run riot for a moment... Screaming  with pleasure in Tiago's arms would be preferable to sitting across a  table from him...

‘Danny?'

She pulled herself round fast and smiled into his eyes. ‘So you're asking me out on a date?'

Tiago frowned slightly. ‘I suppose I am.' But his eyes were dancing with laughter too.

It would be all right. She would confine herself to chatting about  people they knew. She would keep the conversation, as well as everything  else, on safe ground.

‘Stop frowning, Danny. It's a meal and a catch-up, and then I'll take you home.'

Now she just had to convince herself that that was exactly what she  wanted. ‘That sounds good,' she agreed. ‘Yes,' she said softly.

Tiago smiled his bad-boy smile. ‘You do know that a candlelit dinner is usually a prelude to sex?'

‘If you think that's going to tip the balance-' She stopped, noticing  that the respectable townsfolk at the tables surrounding them were  listening in with avid interest.

‘I think they like me,' Tiago murmured, with amusement in his dark eyes.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he lifted her hand to his lips.

‘Stop,' she warned him, pulling her hand back. ‘I've agreed to supper-nothing more.'

‘That's all I'm offering,' Tiago assured her. ‘Sex isn't on the menu tonight.'

Now she was hit by doubt. Why didn't he want sex? Had Tiago found someone else? She felt sick at the thought.

‘If this is another of your games...'

Leaning across the table until their faces almost touched, he whispered, ‘The only game I play is polo.'

‘Is it?' She was still tense.

‘Although I do have a repertoire of games that don't require a horse and a mallet to make them fun.'

She made an incredulous sound as Tiago sat back with a confident smile  on his face. He continued to regard her steadily, his amused black stare  warming her, and even when he looked away to call for the bill a sweet  pulse of desire throbbed deep inside her.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN

DANNY WAS ALWAYS CALM, always measured-at least that was what she told  herself-except for tonight, when she was catapulting from one side of  her room to the other, trying on clothes and trying to decide how she  should wear her hair.

Finally she stood back, arms folded, wondering how it was possible for  one person to buy so many sale rejects in the hope that one day she  would find just the right accessory to pull the hopelessly mismatched  set of items together. She had never pulled an outfit together in her  life. She had always been a tomboy in jeans.

And she had around five minutes before Tiago was due to arrive to pick her up and take her to supper.

Why had she left things to the last minute?

She blamed it on the shortbread.

In the spirit of keeping things platonic, and to show Tiago some true  Scottish hospitality, she had used her small worktop oven and her  grandmother's secret recipe-sure to melt all but the stoniest heart-to  bake him a tray of the traditional Scottish cookies, so he didn't think  she was accompanying him tonight solely in the expectation of a free  meal.                       
       
           



       

Tied up with a tartan ribbon, the small cellophane packet was a humble  offering, but it was the best she'd been able to come up with in the  time available.

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Tiago took a shower, shaved, and tamed his hair in as much as it could  be tamed. He even put on a jacket and tie with his jeans for the  occasion. He checked himself over in the mirror. He looked like an  undertaker. Ruffling his hair, he ditched the tie, opened a couple of  buttons at the neck of his shirt and tugged on a sweater. Better.

Danny was waiting for him in the biting cold outside her front door.  Because she didn't want him to see where she lived, he suspected. The  farm seemed even more dilapidated and unappealing to him on second  viewing. He didn't like the thought of her living here on her own.

‘You didn't have to wait out here.' He ushered her towards the four-wheel drive

‘I didn't want to keep you waiting,' she said, standing back as he opened the door for her. ‘Where are we going?'

‘I can't say.'

‘You can't say or you won't say?'

He smiled. ‘You decide.'

‘Maybe I won't come with you.'

‘You'll come,' he said confidently. ‘You never could resist an adventure.'

He would forgive her anything tonight. Just the fact that she had gone  to some trouble with her appearance was enough for his groin to tighten  with appreciation-though he would take her straight from mucking out a  stable if he had to. Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. Her hair was  shining and she was wearing the familiar wildflower scent, and  make-up-just a touch, but enough to suggest she wasn't completely  switched off.

‘You'd better not be teasing me with this supper,' she warned him,  frowning in a way that made him want to grab her close and kiss her  hard. ‘You tell me where we're going or I'm not moving another step.'

Maybe the signs weren't all good, he amended, hiding his amusement. ‘I'm taking you somewhere new.'

‘Tiago,' she said patiently, ‘there is nowhere new. This is the  Highlands of Scotland, where nothing has changed for a thousand years.'