Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon(10)
“I’ve never been here before.”
He looked across the table to where Lyra was making herself comfortable. She’d placed her small bag on the table, twitched her napkin a little, and was now smiling up at him. She’d smiled in the car too, sat next to him as they were driven to the restaurant, a secret little smile playing around her lips the entire time.
He’d wanted to question her immediately. To ask her what the hell she was up to, only there was no need, was there? He knew, she knew, and it almost had a surreal feel to it. So he’d sat, just looking at her, the tension in the car rising every second. She’d carried on smiling, like she wasn’t as aware of it as him, like it wasn’t wrapping its tendrils around them both.
A few moments later and they had arrived. Cool air had flooded them both, clearing the tension a little, giving him a moment to think.
It had not helped at all.
“It’s very pretty,” she added. “Very intimate.”
Intimate. Andros shifted in his seat. The way her mouth formed the word, the sound of it leaving those lips…
He shifted some more, his heart beating a little faster than it had been. She was so fucking beautiful. He was almost a little baffled by it, and that worried him. He’d had many beautiful women over the years, and yet none came close to her.
He looked carefully at her face, trying to work out what it was in particular that had him throwing caution to the winds—ditching meetings to have dinner with her, ignoring the fact, for the moment at least, that she’d somehow done something to Club Belmont’s register, that she had clearly gone to great lengths to ensure he noticed her. Oh, she wasn’t the first. He was a very rich man, and women lusted after him constantly. Arriving at his office naked, pretending to trip in front of him and twisting their ankle, one had even jumped out in front of his car.
But her.
He leaned back in his chair, and narrowed his eyes. Her skin was tanned, unlike so many red heads, but still he could see a slight dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She wore no makeup but some sort of shiny lip-gloss on her plump lips. Her nose was slightly upturned giving her a stubborn look, and her eyes were blue. Nothing special about them, not even the ridiculously long lashes framing them. Add it all up and it shouldn’t have worked—but it did. Her beauty was sensational. Her hair was a glorious copper color, and there was so much of it. Tendrils fell and teased her shoulders, one curling along her collarbone.#p#分页标题#e#
Andros swallowed, and shifted in his seat again.
“You’re staring at me,” she said softly.
“I am.”
“Why?”
“You have to ask?”
She smiled, before shrugging one delicate shoulder. “I guess not.”
“I imagine many men stare at you often,” he said, the idea of that making Andros clench his fists, though he had no fucking idea why. “Wherever you go their eyes follow you.”
“They do,” she agreed. “It becomes quite annoying after a while.”
“And yet with me?”
Another shrug. “I don’t mind. You can stare at me as often as you want.”
“Because you arranged it so I would.”
A little dimple appeared on her cheek. Andros found himself abruptly fascinated by it.
“I like arranging things how I want them,” she said, drawing his attention back to the conversation at hand.
“I bet you do.”
“Something we have in common I think.”
He narrowed his eyes, not liking the way she was leading the conversation, and deciding immediately to put a stop to it. “I suspect we have a lot in common, in some very specific areas I imagine.”
“No doubt,” she said, laughing softly, before giving him a smile he could only call sultry. It made his breath catch. Made his head spin ever so slightly.
He opened his mouth to reply, probably to say something blunt and demanding, but a waiter arrived—saving him from himself—and Andros ordered drinks for them, as well as some starters. The interaction gave him a moment to think, just like the cool air flooding the car, and he gritted his teeth. Wondering how he was going to deal with this situation.
Deal with her.
She was just so fucking sexy.
“Is this your favorite place to eat?” she asked once the waiter left.
Andros sighed. So she wanted to play it like that? To pretend this was a normal little dinner? Question was whether or not to let her? A man of little patience, a man used to getting his own way, ordinarily Andros would have pushed her until she told him exactly what she wanted. Not because he didn’t know, but because he wanted to hear it straight from her pretty little lips. Then they could get the hell on with it.