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‘I am out of his league.’ She tried to imagine James being thrown in with her family and failed. James was charming but fastidious. He would talk to anybody but he socialised with people who laughed at the same things he did and enjoyed the same lavish lifestyle that he had. Right now, he would be one of the lads with all the juniors, but once back in England he wouldn’t dream of having any of them over to his house for dinner. It didn’t make him a nasty person, just one who had grown up in a completely different world from the rest of them. ‘I don’t know how I could ever have thought that he might be interested in me. I met some of his friends…when I’ve catered for them at the office…and the women are nothing like me. They’re all…posh…’ She giggled sheepishly and launched into an imitation of a posh London socialite discussing the weather.

When she laughed like that, he noticed her robe slithered open just a fraction. He could definitely see the swell of her breasts and he nearly groaned aloud.

‘Apology…accepted…’

He tried to shift back but, of course, pressed against the window ledge, he had zero room for manoeuvre. So he remained there, turned on, making sure she didn’t get any closer, hoping she didn’t look down. As horny as a teenager. Him! The man who controlled his enjoyments, who never found himself in the grip of wayward emotions!

‘Thank you.’ Amy meant it. From the bottom of her heart. Whatever emotions she happened to be feeling, she never stinted on it. And right now it happened to be regret.

She reached up, tiptoeing because he was so much taller than her, and closed her eyes. She meant to give him a peck on the cheek. Something warm, friendly and entirely appropriate.

Instead…





CHAPTER SEVEN




THE last woman Rafael had touched had been Elizabeth, and she was a tall, angular woman. In comparison, Amy was as slight and as fragile as a piece of bone china. He almost felt as though she would break if he was too rough.

Conflicting emotions rushed through him in a tidal wave. What the hell was he doing, pulling her into him? Kissing her as though his life depended on it? He couldn’t get enough of those soft lips opening up to the pressure of his hungry, questing mouth. She whimpered and his tenuous grasp over his self-control slipped just a notch further. This was nothing like he had ever felt before. This letting go was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

He pulled away but it was hard, harder still to hold her at arm’s length, watch her clutch the giant towelling robe around her as she glared at him, cheeks flushed, mouth still quivering from the impact of his.

He raked his fingers through his hair. ‘That shouldn’t have happened.’

Amy opened her mouth to tell him that he was damned right, that she hadn’t come into his room to be accosted by him, that it would be no good trying to lay the blame at her door! Instead, she heard herself say, ‘Why not?’

When, she thought frantically, was she ever going to be able to rely on her mouth to say the right thing? When?

‘What I meant…’ she rushed headlong into the first excuse that popped into her head ‘…was why? Yes…why did what happened…happen?’

‘You’re right,’ Rafael murmured slowly. ‘Why not?’

‘That’s not what I intended to say!’

‘No.’ He gave her a slow, bone-meltingly sexy smile. ‘Truth has a nasty habit of ambushing us, hasn’t it?’ Any lingering doubts disappeared. Why had he been concerned? Why had he been trying to find answers to questions he had needlessly been asking himself? She had reduced the whole matter to two simple words; why not?#p#分页标题#e#

He wanted her, for reasons he couldn’t begin to explain, and she wanted him. And they were both adults. And therefore why not?

‘What you wanted to say is that you want me…’

Amy desperately wanted to disagree. She stared at him in mute, tortured silence as the hand that had gently pushed her away from him now began to lazily caress her arms.

‘Don’t even try to deny it,’ Rafael continued into the unbroken silence. ‘You make a very bad liar.’ He stroked her hair and felt the fair, silky mass tangle around his fingers.

‘I didn’t come in here to…to…’

‘Make a pass a me?’ He let his finger slide along the smooth column of her neck, down to the V of the robe, which she had primly pulled tight around her. ‘How am I to believe that when you come into my bedroom practically naked…?’

Amy was justifiably horrified. All she had to do now was scramble her horror into some healthy anger and storm out. Unfortunately his finger was doing all kinds of things to her nervous system. Sending it into mad, racing overdrive for starters.