Bedding The Billionaire(13)

"I think we'll drop that topic of conversation," he said.

Abbey sat back in her chair, surveying him through unblinking eyes. "Yes, Sir!"

Nick flinched at the mocking tone.

"Let's talk about something you don't mind talking about then," she said, a smile twitching her plump lips again. Kissable lips.

Her smile had an amazing ability to relax him. Nick Delaware wasn't used to being relaxed. It spread a warm, caressing sensation over his skin.

"Like what?"

"Where else have you been? Other than France, I mean."

He shrugged. "You name it, I've probably been there."

"Wow. Really?" She leaned forward conspiratorially. "Either you're incredibly rich or you've got a great job."

He laughed. She was sassy, he had to give her that. He ignored the first part of her question altogether. "The job takes me places but I never really get to see them. Not the way I want to."

"Which is?"

"Slowly. I'd rather take my time. Spend a few weeks in a village in Tuscany or on felucca floating down the Nile." He shrugged. "All I get to see is the inside of a hotel room and an office block or two. Not very interesting."

It wasn't entirely a lie. He'd traveled around the world when he was in his early twenties, care of a trust fund and family money. But since he'd started his own business investing in other companies, he didn't get to see much of the cities he visited.

"Ooh, yes, Egypt," Abbey crooned. "Another place I want to visit. I love ancient history. I even thought about becoming an archaeologist but it meant an extra three years and I'd already had enough of study after finishing my Arts degree."

Nick raised his eyebrows as Abbey's drew together. She coughed and looked away.

But Nick wasn't going to let that one slide by. "You went to university? What did you major in? Sensual massage?" 

Abbey's lips twitched, fighting a grin. Eventually the grin won.

"Very funny," she said taking a sip of wine.

He opened his mouth to ask her what she really did major in, but she held up a finger.

"That topic's off limits."

Like hell. "No. I want to know more."

"I said it's off limits. Got it?" Her voice was low and she spoke through clenched teeth.

Nick didn't like being refused. He glared at her with a look that usually withered his opposition across a boardroom table. She didn't flinch. She glared right back.

"Guess it's back to travel again, then," he said in attempt to clear the air.

She nodded stiffly and sat back in her seat. She looked flustered. Good. He liked knowing he'd at least achieved that reaction from her, since she'd already succeeded in getting him to lose his self-control last night. It was only fair.

"Antarctica," he said. "That's the one place I don't want to go. Too cold."

Abbey's sour mood melted and she laughed, a throaty laugh that bubbled up from deep within. God, it was fantastic the way she threw back her head and put her heart into her laugh. He'd never met anyone who enjoyed his conversation so much. It was a novel experience-and kind of satisfying too.

"Way too cold for me too," she said. "I prefer the heat."

"Then you'd be happy today."

"Well, today was exceptional, even by Melbourne's standards. Although I do like it like this. It reminds me of summers by the pool or down the beach when I was a kid."

Her voice drifted off dreamily. Nick could picture her, sitting on a beach in a large straw hat and bikini.

A small, white bikini that revealed her rosy ni**les when she emerged from the water.

He swallowed and glanced at Abbey. She was grinning at him. Damn it, how did she know what he was thinking?

"I take it from that look on your face that you like the beach too?" Her eyes danced mischievously.

He nodded and shifted in his seat. Bad move. His erection rubbed against his thighs and the movement made him bigger, harder.

"Are you ready to order, sir, madam?"

A short, balding waiter stood at Nick's side, handed them a menu each then scuttled away. Nick was grateful for the distraction.

"The seafood's great here," said Abbey.

He peered over his menu. "You've eaten here before?" Yet another surprise-Abbey didn't seem like the right sort of clientele.

"Many times." She suddenly dropped her menu. He momentarily caught her gaze in his and held it before she glanced away. She shrugged casually. Too casually. "Once or twice a long time ago. I can't afford this sort of place anymore." Her face disappeared behind her menu again.

She was a mystery this one. A real mystery.

They ordered and continued sipping wine and chatting. The evening was turning into quite a pleasant one, and he was surprised at how easily he could talk to Abbey. And laugh with her.