THE VALQUEZ SEDUCTION(65)

                What if he never saw Daisy again? What if she changed her mind when she got back to London? Would the intimacy they’d shared be enough to keep her tied to him until the Grand Slam was over?

                And then what?

                He brushed the errant thought aside. His credo was ‘for fun, not for ever’. He was only interested in the here and now.

                Not the, then what?





                                      CHAPTER TEN

                DAISY WOKE IN the night and found the space beside her in the bed was empty. She brushed her hair out of her face and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The bedside clock showed it was almost five in the morning and while down below on the strip there was a seething mass of revellers still spilling out from hotels and clubs, the suite felt unnaturally, eerily quiet. She slipped on a bathrobe and loosely tied the waistband, and pointedly ignoring her packed suitcase in the corner, padded out to the lounge area.

                Luiz was sitting in front of the large-screen television with the sound turned off. He was watching a twenty-four-hour sporting channel—she would rather watch paint dry—or at least he had been watching. Right now, he was soundly asleep.

                Daisy took the opportunity to soak in his features. His dark hair was still tousled from where her fingers had threaded through it. He had slipped on a pair of boxers but the rest of his body was gloriously naked. She had run her hands over every inch of his body, worshipping him with kisses and caresses, imprinting his scent and the feel of his skin on her senses so she could revisit them when their affair was finally over.

                She drifted over to the sofa, drawn to him like a magnet drew metal. Her fingers lightly touched his hair, moving through the thick dark strands as lightly as fairy feet. His breathing was deep and even, but there were shadows beneath his eyes, as if he’d taken a long time to get to sleep. His stubble was heavily shadowed along his jaw and she couldn’t resist placing her fingertips on it to feel the sexy rasp of it. His eyelids flickered but his breathing remained steady.

                She couldn’t stop herself from touching him. He was a temptation she had no power to resist. Forget about forbidden food. He was her new vice.

                Just as well she was leaving this morning…

                She traced the outline of each of his eyebrows. She travelled her finger down the length of his nose. She leaned in close and pressed her lips to his in a kiss as soft as a moth’s wing.

                His eyes opened and locked on hers. ‘What are you up to?’

                ‘Watching you sleep.’

                ‘I wasn’t sleeping.’

                ‘Yes, you were.’

                His brow lifted. ‘On the contrary, I was watching golf.’

                Daisy gave him a wry smile. ‘Well, I would be sleeping too if I had to watch that.’

                His gaze went to her mouth. ‘What time do you leave?’

                ‘Eight.’

                He traced her mouth with a lazy finger for a long beat of silence. ‘You could stay a couple more days. I don’t have to fly back to Argentina until the weekend.’

                ‘If I didn’t have a classroom of kids to worry about I might take you up on that.’