The Boss's Virgin(28)

As he bent his head she wailed, 'No, Randal!'

It was a vain protest. His mouth hit hers with a demand that left her  too weak to fight the seductive sensuality of that kiss, the caressing  hands roaming over her, stroking her bare throat, her shoulders, sliding  down inside the nightdress to touch her breasts, wandering up over her  bare legs, while all the time she quivered, drawn by the magnetic power  of Randal's body against hers.

She knew what would happen if she didn't stop him, yet she was helpless  to do a thing about his lovemaking. Every inch of her was shuddering  with pleasure under his hands, his mouth; she ached to have him inside  her again, to be taken to that wild peak of ecstasy.

Then they both heard a stir in the further room, a whimper from the  child sleeping in there, and Randal sat up, his head turned that way,  listening.

Pippa took her opportunity and wriggled out from the couch. 'You'd  better go and see if he's okay,' she said, and fled, trembling, before  Randal could stop her.





CHAPTER TEN





Next morning, as they ate a very late breakfast downstairs, Renata and  Alex came in to say goodbye. Alex was casual in jeans and a bright  yellow sweatshirt. Renata was dressed as for some grand occasion, a film  premiére, perhaps, or a fashionable cocktail party, wearing a skintight  sky-blue dress with hardly any back and very little above the waist at  the front. Other guests, eating egg and bacon or fresh fruit, stopped to  goggle in disbelief at this vision.

Her son looked pinkly embarrassed; his mother was not dressed the way he thought mothers should dress at breakfast time.

Randal's brows rose but he was very polite.

'Have a safe trip, and let us know in advance next time you're coming to  see Johnny.' He held out a hand. 'Nice to talk to you, Alex; I must  bring Johnny along to watch you play some time soon.'

'I'd like that,' Alex said, shaking hands.

'Me, too,' Johnny eagerly chimed in, and everyone smiled indulgently at the boy.

Alex shook hands with Pippa, who was dressed in a pleated brown skirt  and dark green sweater, very differently from Renata. 'I enjoyed getting  to know you, Pippa. I hope we'll meet again.'                       
       
           



       

She smiled back. 'Nice to meet you, Alex.'

Renata looked pointedly at her watch. 'We ought to be getting on our  way. Do come along, Alex!' She didn't bother with courtesies; she wanted  to get away as soon as possible, and made that clear.

Alex obeyed, his expression a little wry. People watched them leave,  whispering-no doubt many of them recognised Alex, who was, after all,  quite famous.

Renata hadn't spoken to, let alone kissed her son, Pippa realised,  wondering if the boy had been hurt. She found Renata's indifference to  the pain she might inflict baffling. What sort of woman was she? Across  the table her eyes met Randal's; he grimaced silently at her. He had  noticed that Renata had ignored their son, too. There wasn't much Randal  ever missed.

He returned his attention to the fresh fruit and croissants he was  eating. Johnny had decided on a full English breakfast, which he claimed  he ate at school most mornings. Pippa couldn't even look at his food;  it made her feel sick. She was eating fresh figs and Greek yoghurt, then  she might eat a slice of toast.

'This morning, I thought we'd go for a walk around the hotel grounds,'  Randal suggested. 'Unless you want to do some shopping, Pippa. There's a  large discount shopping centre a few miles away-would you like to go  there?'

She shook her head. 'I'd rather go for a walk.'

Johnny beamed at her. 'There's a crazy golf course here; we could have a game.'

'Why not? I've never played any sort of golf, but I don't mind trying my hand.'

'You'll soon learn,' Johnny paternally assured her. 'I'll teach you. I'm quite good, for my age-Alex said so.'

The weather was bright but a little blustery and slightly cool. The walk  was very enjoyable and the game of crazy golf had her and Johnny in  fits of laughter. Randal played, too, but seemed abstracted.

Johnny won the game and Pippa bought him an ice cream back at the hotel,  as a prize. He took it upstairs to the suite with him and ate it  watching the inevitable cartoons on the TV in the bedroom.

Pippa and Randal retreated to the sitting room. She curled up in an armchair, he sat down on the couch close by.

'I talked to the riding stables. They do have some boots and hats for  hire,' Randal said. 'But no jodhpurs. They said you could wear jeans,  though. You've got some with you, haven't you?'

'Yes, but I'd rather not ride, if you don't mind. I think it would be  good for you to be alone with Johnny, for one thing. For another, I'm  not wild about riding horses. And I thought I'd take a siesta this  afternoon. I've had a very tiring week, one way and another; I need a  long rest.'

He nodded soberly. 'Yes, no doubt it's been traumatic, but at least it's  all over now, and you know the outcome has been good for you. You'd  have been insane to marry Tom; he's a decent enough guy but he's as dull  as ditchwater and you didn't love him.'

'Don't talk about him!' she muttered, keeping a wary eye on the door in  case Johnny appeared there. 'You don't know what you're talking about!'

'I know you love me,' he coolly informed her, takher breath away.

She sat upright, face flushing dark red, then turning white. 'You know  nothing of the kind! Your vanity is mind-blowing. What on earth makes  you think I love you? I've got more sense.'

He sat down on the arm of her chair, caught her face between his palms  and kissed her fiercely. She couldn't escape or avoid that devouring  mouth, and after a moment of writhing indignation she stopped wanting  to, her lips quivering under his, her arms going round his neck.

Without lifting his mouth, he whispered, 'Tell me, Pippa. Tell me you  love me. Stop lying to me, and yourself. I love you; you know that.  Yesterday I discovered you love me too; you'd never given yourself to me  if you didn't. So, tell me! I need to hear you saying it.'

A single tear rolled down from under her closed lids. She gave a small,  pathetic sob, pushing at his powerful chest, trying to make him let go  of her.

'All you ever think about is what you need. What about what I need?'

'What's that?'

'Time,' she groaned. 'Time to think. I'm so confused. A week ago I was  planning my marriage to Tom. Now here I am, with you. I feel as if I've  been through an earthquake. The landscape of my life has been torn up; I  don't know where I am, or what I want to do. And you keep pushing me,  trying to make me do what you want me to do! Leave me alone, Randal.  Give me some time and space to work out how I really feel!'                       
       
           



       

He studied her, frowning, then dropped a light kiss on her nose. 'Okay,  we'll talk about it some other time. But you do like Johnny, don't you?  I've been watching you with him; I can see you do. I know you said you  wanted to be first with anyone you married, not come second after their  child-but that was before you got to know Johnny. Do you still feel the  same?'

She worried her lower lip, sighing. 'I don't know. No, I suppose not.  Seeing him with his mother, I felt so sorry for him. I had a loveless  childhood, myself- that's why I badly want to be loved, to come first  with the man I marry. I can understand where Johnny's coming from,  though; I've been through what he's going through. And I think it's  worse for him, because he does have a mother who's alive, but seems  quite indifferent to him, whereas I had nobody. I was lonely and  neglected but I wasn't getting hurt the way Johnny is.'

Grimly, Randal said, 'Renata's a selfish woman who puts herself first,  always has. You see, that's what happens when a woman demands to come  first.'

'That's not fair!' she protested angrily. 'I never said I'd put myself first if I ever had a child!'

'No, I believe you wouldn't, but Renata does, always has. There's no  room in her life for a child. The less Johnny sees of her, the better.  He won't get so badly hurt if he doesn't see her too often. But I don't  want him blaming me, telling himself I kept her away. I have to let her  visit him if she ever feels like it, although I wish I could stop her  seeing him.'

They kept their voices very low, neither of them wanting the boy to hear what they were saying.

'I made a terrible mistake when I married her,' Randal dryly said. 'If  I'd known what she was really like I wouldn't have got involved, but I  was a lot younger, and she was really lovely. '

'Still is.' Pippa shrugged. 'Don't deny you couldn't stop looking at her; I saw you staring.'

His mouth quirked sideways in amusement 'Well, she is quite a knock-out!  In fact, I'd say she's lovelier now than ever. She knows how to dress  and use make-up.' He gave her a mocking smile. 'I knew you were jealous,  little green eyes!'

'I was not!' she flared immediately, and he laughed.