The Billionaire's Bride of Convenience(36)
‘You call that dressed?’ she said drily.
‘Don’t push it, sweetheart.’
Now it was her turn to sigh.
He walked over to pick up his phone once more. ‘Have you thought of a movie yet?’ he asked as he went through the menu, obviously looking for the video shop’s number.
‘No. You choose.’
‘Fine.’
He surprised her by ordering Gone with the Wind, paying for it with his credit card and asking them to deliver it to his post box.
‘That’s a very long film,’ she told him when he hung up.
‘Is it? Damn.’
‘I’m going to have a shower. Alone this time,’ she added quickly before he could suggest otherwise.
His sardonic smile implied it was just a matter of time before she stopped this nonsense.
‘I’ll rustle us up some breakfast whilst you’re gone,’ he said.
‘Don’t tell me you can cook.’
‘Not the last time I tried. But I’m a dab hand at pouring muesli and milk. And I can open a bottle of juice like an expert. As for coffee, no one makes better coffee than me,’ he finished up, and nodded towards the jar of instant coffee sitting next to the kettle.
‘You constantly surprise me,’ she said tartly.
‘Don’t be too long,’ he called after her as she left the room.
Hugh muttered under his breath, but he had her measure. She was just running scared, after losing control of her libido last night. Losing control of herself.
He could have done anything with her, could have demanded more.
With other women, he might have. But he’d never felt absolutely certain that they loved doing it. There’d always been that doubt at the back of his mind that if he’d been some ordinary Joe, if he hadn’t had billions in the bank, they might not have found him quite so attractive.
Not once last night had he felt that about Kathryn.
It had been a long time since any female had captivated him to this degree. Hugh had imagined—falsely, as it had turned out—that a sexual marathon with his PA would begin to burn out this mad desire which had been tormenting him these past few weeks. But this morning had found his desire as fierce as ever
Kathryn was in a quandary over what to put on after her shower. It seemed silly to return to Hugh dressed as if she were going to the office. They were, after all, going to stay here and watch a movie.
In the end, she put the shirt back on she’d been wearing earlier, but with panties underneath this time. She’d brought clean undies with her yesterday when Hugh told her to pack something for an overnight stay. Not much else, though, just her toilet bag.
She didn’t bother blow-drying her hair, just pulled it up into a damp pony-tail. Full make-up seemed ridiculous as well, but she did put on some pale pink lipstick.
‘You smell nice,’ he said on her return to the kitchen.
‘It’s just my shampoo. It’s strawberry-flavoured,’ she said stiffly. ‘I see you’ve been busy,’ she went on, casting her eyes over the breakfast bar, where he’d set out cereal, fruit and milk, along with appropriate crockery and cutlery.
‘Coffee?’ he asked, walking over to the kettle.
‘Please.’ She slid up onto one of the breakfast stools.
He poured them both coffee, then ate standing up and chatting away between mouthfuls in his easy-going and undeniably charming fashion.
‘That’ll be the DVD arriving,’ he said when his cellphone beeped. ‘I’ll go down and get it.’
‘You can’t go downstairs dressed in that!’ she protested.
He glanced down at his boxer shorts. ‘I suppose you’re right. How about you?’
‘No way!’
He sighed. ‘I guess I’ll have to put some jeans on.’
He did, but nothing else, going bare-chested downstairs. Oddly enough, she found that look even sexier on him, the tight-fitting jeans sitting low on his hips.
‘You’re not wearing anything under those, are you?’ she said almost accusingly when he returned.
‘Nope,’ he agreed breezily. ‘It’s called going commando. Not sure what it’s called when ladies do it.’
‘Disgusting?’ she suggested drily.
He laughed. ‘You really are a little hypocrite. You weren’t wearing any panties earlier.’
‘I am now.’
‘More’s the pity.’