Anna, about how you'd never even had the chance to do something crazy that you could regret in the morning?"
"Well, I sure have now."
"And was it enough?"
"Yes."
"Now you're the one who isn't telling the truth, aren't you?"
"You don't know what you're talking about."
He didn't come any closer, didn't press his hard body against hers, simply brushed the back of one hand against the side of her neck.
"Now that Pandora's box is open, you're wondering what else there is in there, aren't you?"
Yes.
"No."
"Tell me, sweet Anna, how has lying to yourself about what you need worked so far?
How many nights have you spent like the one we had last night? How many do you think you'll have if you run now?"
Her breath was coming too fast. Her body was heating up too much. Her brain was scrambling, leaving her without a retort.
Without the strength to do what she knew she needed to do.
Without the will to do the right thing.
"You want to know crazy. I know crazy." Now his voice was a low, seductive whisper against her skin. "Last night was nothing, Anna."
Unbidden, a movie reel of their lovemaking played in her head. God, the things he'd done to her so far had already blown her mind.
There was more?
She'd never survive it.
"All I'm asking is that you stay until--" He obviously couldn't finish his sentence. "If you stay--if you let my grandmother think that our marriage is a real one--I promise to make it worth your while."
"I told you, I don't want your money or jewelry."
"I'm not talking about those things, sweetheart. I'm talking about pleasure. About coming so hard you black out. About finally experiencing everything you've been waiting for and wondering about."
"No."
She pushed away from him and blindly fought for the door. He was asking her to become a slave to her body. To reckless desire. He was asking her give up her morals in exchange for more pleasure than she could imagine.
And she'd been about to say yes.
"Wait a second, Anna. Don't go out there. Not yet. We need to talk first, figure things out."
Did he really think she was going to turn around and let him "convince" her some more?
She was done talking.
She pushed through the heavy door and walked into a wall of photographers...and suddenly realized why he hadn't wanted her to leave the building.
She'd forgotten that Cole was a famous football player.
And their marriage was big news.
Big enough news that if they went straight from the hospital to the courthouse to get a divorce, his grandmother would be reading about it on the front page of the newspaper's afternoon edition.
Frozen in place, Anna was actually glad to feel Cole's warm arms encircle her waist from behind. The way she sank into the relative security of his body wasn't an act for the cameras.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she heard his faint urging, "Smile, baby," a split-second before he told the crowd, "Last night, Anna made me the happiest man on earth."
And then, as flashbulbs blinded her and journalists pelted them with questions, Cole maneuvered the two of them across the parking lot and into his car.
Chapter Nine
"I need to go home, Cole."
"I thought we had a deal."
Anna blew out a frustrated breath. As they'd driven back to the Wynn, they'd agreed that she'd remain his wife for as long as she had to. Now they were back at the hotel and she was staring down the barrel of who-knew-how-long as Mrs. Cole Taylor.
"We do have a deal," she said. Although neither of them had spoken again about what he'd said to her in the supply room.
I'm talking about pleasure. About coming so hard you black out. About finally experiencing everything you've been waiting for and wondering about.
"But I have a job." And a family that was going to demand an explanation.
"Tell the school you're on your honeymoon. They can get a sub."
More tempted than she would ever admit--especially to herself--she said, "Maybe that's how things work in your world, but for us normal people we either go
"Well, I sure have now."
"And was it enough?"
"Yes."
"Now you're the one who isn't telling the truth, aren't you?"
"You don't know what you're talking about."
He didn't come any closer, didn't press his hard body against hers, simply brushed the back of one hand against the side of her neck.
"Now that Pandora's box is open, you're wondering what else there is in there, aren't you?"
Yes.
"No."
"Tell me, sweet Anna, how has lying to yourself about what you need worked so far?
How many nights have you spent like the one we had last night? How many do you think you'll have if you run now?"
Her breath was coming too fast. Her body was heating up too much. Her brain was scrambling, leaving her without a retort.
Without the strength to do what she knew she needed to do.
Without the will to do the right thing.
"You want to know crazy. I know crazy." Now his voice was a low, seductive whisper against her skin. "Last night was nothing, Anna."
Unbidden, a movie reel of their lovemaking played in her head. God, the things he'd done to her so far had already blown her mind.
There was more?
She'd never survive it.
"All I'm asking is that you stay until--" He obviously couldn't finish his sentence. "If you stay--if you let my grandmother think that our marriage is a real one--I promise to make it worth your while."
"I told you, I don't want your money or jewelry."
"I'm not talking about those things, sweetheart. I'm talking about pleasure. About coming so hard you black out. About finally experiencing everything you've been waiting for and wondering about."
"No."
She pushed away from him and blindly fought for the door. He was asking her to become a slave to her body. To reckless desire. He was asking her give up her morals in exchange for more pleasure than she could imagine.
And she'd been about to say yes.
"Wait a second, Anna. Don't go out there. Not yet. We need to talk first, figure things out."
Did he really think she was going to turn around and let him "convince" her some more?
She was done talking.
She pushed through the heavy door and walked into a wall of photographers...and suddenly realized why he hadn't wanted her to leave the building.
She'd forgotten that Cole was a famous football player.
And their marriage was big news.
Big enough news that if they went straight from the hospital to the courthouse to get a divorce, his grandmother would be reading about it on the front page of the newspaper's afternoon edition.
Frozen in place, Anna was actually glad to feel Cole's warm arms encircle her waist from behind. The way she sank into the relative security of his body wasn't an act for the cameras.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she heard his faint urging, "Smile, baby," a split-second before he told the crowd, "Last night, Anna made me the happiest man on earth."
And then, as flashbulbs blinded her and journalists pelted them with questions, Cole maneuvered the two of them across the parking lot and into his car.
Chapter Nine
"I need to go home, Cole."
"I thought we had a deal."
Anna blew out a frustrated breath. As they'd driven back to the Wynn, they'd agreed that she'd remain his wife for as long as she had to. Now they were back at the hotel and she was staring down the barrel of who-knew-how-long as Mrs. Cole Taylor.
"We do have a deal," she said. Although neither of them had spoken again about what he'd said to her in the supply room.
I'm talking about pleasure. About coming so hard you black out. About finally experiencing everything you've been waiting for and wondering about.
"But I have a job." And a family that was going to demand an explanation.
"Tell the school you're on your honeymoon. They can get a sub."
More tempted than she would ever admit--especially to herself--she said, "Maybe that's how things work in your world, but for us normal people we either go
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