Living the Charade(10)

'Listen, lady-'

'No, you listen.' She stabbed a finger at him as his mother used to do  when he was naughty. 'I am in charge here, and your inability to read my  signals is putting this whole farce in jeopardy.'

Tino thrust a hand through his hair and glanced over his shoulder as  the lilting murmur of chattering guests wafted on the slight breeze. 'Is  that so?' he said softly.

'Yes.' She folded her arms. 'Trust me-I know what I'm doing.'                       
       
           



       

'Good, because right now anyone watching you spit at me like an angry cat will think we're having a humdinger of an argument.'

'That's fine with me.' She gave him a cool smile that he knew was meant  to put him in his place. 'It will make our relationship seem more  authentic than anything else that's gone on tonight.'

Valentino saw red at her self-righteous challenge.

He stepped farther into her personal space and gripped her elbows,  gratified when her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

'What are you doing?' she demanded in a furious whisper.

Yeah, what are you doing, Ventura?

Tino stared down at her, watching the pulse-point in her neck pick up  speed. His body hummed with sexual need and he wondered what it was  about her he found just so damned tempting.

She was more librarian than seductress, and yet she couldn't have had  more effect on his body if she'd been standing in front of him naked. It  was a thought that was a little disconcerting and one he instantly  pushed aside.

He wasn't that attracted to her. But he was that annoyed with her, and  while he might not have ever felt the need to put a woman in her place  before he did now. And he'd enjoy it.

'Why, Miller, I'm just doing what you asked. I'm going to make this farce of a relationship look more authentic.'

Before she could unload on him he took full advantage of her open mouth  and planted his own firmly over the top of hers in a kiss that was more  about punishment than pleasure.

Or at least it was meant to be. Until she stupidly tried to wriggle  away from him and he had to clamp one hand at the back of her head and  the other over her butt to hold her still.

She fell into him, her soft breasts nuzzling against his chest, her  nipples already diamond-hard. They both stilled; heat and uncertainty a  driving force between them. Her silky hair grazed the back of his  knuckles and his fingers flexed. Her eyes slid closed, her soft whimper  of surrender sending a powerful surge of lust through his whole body.

Her silky hair slid over his knuckles and made his fingers flex, and  then she made a tiny sound that turned him harder than stone.

Tino couldn't have stopped his tongue from plunging in and out of the  moist sweetness of her mouth if he'd had a gun to his head. All day he'd  wondered if she'd taste as good as her summery scent promised, and now  he had his answer.

Better.

So much better.

He was powerless to pull back, his brain as stalled as the Mercedes  he'd accidentally flooded in the second race of his professional career.

He gave a deep groan of pleasure as her arms wound around his neck, and  he gripped her hips to pull her pelvis in tightly against his own.

His arousal jerked as it came into contact with her soft belly, and it was all he could do not to grind himself against her.

So much for not being that attracted to her.

He urged her lips to open even wider and she didn't resist when he  possessed her mouth in a carnal imitation of the way his body wanted to  possess hers. An instantaneous fire beat flames through his body, and  her low, keening moans of pleasure were making him hotter still.

He had to have her.

Here.

Now.

His hand slid to her bottom, the outside of her thighs, drawing her in  and up so that he could settle more fully in the tempting vee of her  body. He felt her fingers move into his hair, her feminine curves  pressing closer as she rubbed against him. Tino couldn't hold back  another groan-and nearly exploded when he heard someone clearing their  throat behind him.

Bloody hell. He drew his mouth back and took a moment before reaching  up to unwind Miller's arms from around his neck. She made a moue of  protest and slowly opened passion-drugged eyes. He knew when her senses  returned from the same planet where his had gone that she'd be more than  pissed.

'Sunshine, we have company,' he whispered gruffly, his unsteady breath ruffling the top of her hair.

He gave her time to compose herself before turning to face the person  behind them. He was certain it was Caruthers. He also gave himself time  to get his raging hard-on under control. Not that it seemed to be  responding with any speed.

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Miller looked up at Valentino and was aghast to realise that she had  become so completely lost in his kiss that she had quite forgotten they  were in a public place.

Never before had she been kissed like that, and heat filled her cheeks  at the realisation that she wouldn't have stopped if Dexter hadn't  turned up. That she would have had sex with Valentino in the middle of a  garden like some dumb groupie.

Not wanting to dwell on how that made her feel, Miller shoved the thought away before lurching backwards.

'Dexter...' she began, trying to organise her thoughts on the hop. She was almost glad when Valentino took over.                       
       
           



       

'You wanted something, Caruthers?'

Miller closed her eyes at Valentino's rough question and wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

'I came to let Miller know that TJ has opened champagne in the music  room. As we're here in a professional capacity to win the man's  business, it might be prudent for her to join us.'

Miller smoothed her eyebrows and stepped out from behind Valentino,  determined that Dexter wouldn't see how mortified she felt right now.  'Of course.' She forced herself not to defend her actions, even though  she desperately wanted to.

'Good. I'll leave you to pull yourself together,' Dexter said stiffly.

He was clearly upset with her, and he had good reason to be, Miller  thought. She was here in a professional capacity, and even if she and  Valentino really were lovers it didn't excuse her poor behaviour.

Although they had been secluded from the other guests, Dexter had found them-which meant anyone else could have.

A small voice informed her that Valentino had probably achieved his  goal and put paid to Dexter's suspicions about the genuineness of their  relationship, but Miller wasn't listening.

She wouldn't have chosen to do it that way, and she was furious that  Valentino hadn't given her a choice. Furious that he had used his  superior height and strength to hold her against him to prove a point. A  point he had clearly enjoyed.

As did you. The snide voice popped up again, reminding her of how she  had wrapped her tongue around his and tried to climb his body to assuage  the ache that was still beating heavily between her thighs.

God, what a mess.

Valentino moved his arm in a gesture for her to precede him up the path  and Miller determinedly made the same gesture back to him. He cocked an  eyebrow at her, his eyes lingering on her mouth; his trademark sexy  grin was more a warning than an indication of pleasantness.

Miller narrowed her eyes and thought about stomping on his foot as she  strode past, but she decided not to give him the satisfaction of letting  him know he had succeeded in rattling her again.

She knew he liked to take control but, dammit, this was not his show to  orchestrate. She was in charge and it was time to set some clear  boundaries between them. She'd dealt with alpha males in her line of  work before, and she'd deal with this one too.





      CHAPTER FIVE

FEELING as if the past hour had taken a day to pass, Miller unfolded a woollen blanket and laid it on the bedroom floor.

'What are you doing?'

She glanced up to find Valentino lounging against the bathroom doorway,  watching her. His face was stony, but it only highlighted the chiselled  jaw that was again in need of a razor. He wasn't wearing anything other  than his black jeans, unbuttoned, and his biceps bulged where he folded  his hands across his superbly naked chest.

'Problem with your shirt?' she said, and could have kicked herself when his mouth curled into a knowing smile.

'Only in as much as I don't wear a shirt to bed.'

Miller raised an unconcerned eyebrow. 'Lucky you wear jeans, then.'

'I don't.'

His eyebrow rose to match hers and she turned back to unfold a second  blanket she'd picked up from the end of the bed. Flicking it out, she  laid it on top of the first.

'I repeat-what are you doing?'

'Making up a bed. What does it look like?'

Valentino looked bored. 'If you're worried about whether or not I'm  going to jump your bones now that we're alone, I doubt I could get  through that passion killer you're wearing with a blowtorch.'

Miller stood up and moved to the wardrobe, where she had seen a group  of pillows on the top shelf. She was glad that he didn't like her  quilt-style dressing gown. It had been a present from her late father,  and although the stitching was frayed in places she'd never get rid of  it.