‘Are you serious?’ she demanded.
‘Yeah, I’m serious. Less than an hour ago you were moaning with pleasure in my arms.’
‘Everyone makes mistakes.’
‘You didn’t seem to think it was a mistake at the time.’
‘Only because I’m not as sophisticated as you.’
She wasn’t sophisticated at all, which was Lizzie’s appeal. She was straight down the line, with her heart boldly emblazoned on her sleeve. ‘And where are you going now?’ He reached for her when she pulled away.
She stared with affront at his hand on her arm. ‘For a drink—for a walk—for a rest—for a chat—for just about anything that I can do away from you.’
‘Relax, Lizzie.’ He frowned, seeing her eyes were glittering with anger. ‘We’re only dancing.’
‘Like we were only having sex up there in your bedroom?’ She glanced towards the house. ‘Let me go!’ she demanded as he tightened his hold on her. ‘I suppose you think you can have sex with me and then casually come back to the party as if nothing had happened, because of who you are.’
‘What are you talking about?’ He could never remember being brought to account like this before.
‘First you stop me drinking with Tiago,’ she elaborated, ‘and now you stop me dancing with him.’
‘Because you’re with me.’
‘Really?’ With an incredulous huff, she shook her head. ‘What gave you that idea?’
‘You, Lizzie. You gave me that idea.’
‘Me? You couldn’t wait to leave back there.’ She glanced up at the house.
‘I thought that what happened in my bedroom was by mutual consent. Please forgive me if I was in any way mistaken.’
Chico wasn’t mistaken, but she was angry with herself for giving in to him—for even allowing herself to be hurt, because she was still harbouring a romantic daydream, while all Chico wanted was sex.
‘Lizzie?’