dangerous.
‘I’ve been dying to get you alone,’ he said.
She rubbed her hands along her bare arms, though she wasn’t cold yet. ‘In a refrigerator?’
‘Elisabeth, I’d be warm in a freezer if you were there.’ He looked her up and down again, as he had when she’d first arrived, and Elisabeth shivered. Not from the cold this time, either. ‘You are stunning. It’s taken all my will-power to keep my hands off you tonight.’
Likewise, Elisabeth thought, but she only rubbed her arms again.
He stepped away from the door, closer to her, and held his hands above her bare shoulders. Not touching, but Elisabeth could feel his heat.
‘I’d love to warm you up,’ he said. ‘May I?’
Please, please, please, yes. Elisabeth bit her lip. ‘The children—’
‘Will be fine for the next twenty minutes, at least. They won’t miss us, but this place could feel very cold if we don’t build up some body heat soon.’
‘You could let us out.’ Her voice sounded unconvincing even to her. Maybe it was because she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
Angus shook his head. ‘Not a chance, Miss Read. You’ve been dodging me since the day you met me, and I want to know why. At first I thought it was because you were angry with me.
But I don’t think that’s true any more. Now I think it’s because you don’t trust me. Is that right?’
She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms more tightly on her chest. ‘And I’m supposed to trust somebody who traps me in a refrigerator?’
‘You can leave whenever you want to. Just hit the button on the door.’ But he didn’t move away from her, and she didn’t move either.
‘Why don’t you trust me?’ he asked.
‘Because you’re a flirt and you charm people without even thinking. You don’t mean it.’
‘Now, there you’re wrong, Elisabeth. I think about it a lot.’ A fine mist of condensation hung in his words, and in her breath between them. ‘And I genuinely want to help Danny and Jennifer, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not using them. I’m not using you.’
‘I’m more worried that you’ve flirted with me from the moment you met me and you’ve been trying to get me into bed with you for nearly as long. It’s something you do with a lot of women, so I’ve heard.’
He nodded. ‘Ah. So it’s my public image you don’t like. Well, that makes sense. But I wouldn’t believe everything you read in the newspapers.’
‘So you don’t have a different woman in your bed every week?’
‘I know a lot of women and I go on dates with some of them occasionally. But, no, I don’t usually sleep with them. And not one of the women I know makes me feel the way that you do.’
Angus hadn’t moved since he’d approached her; his hands still hovered over her shoulders. She was starting to feel the cold on the backs of her bare legs, but everywhere that was near Angus was almost too hot to bear.
‘How do I make you feel?’ she asked.
‘Alive. Intrigued. Hungry.’ His mouth quirked up on one side. ‘Horny.’
‘Likewise.’ This time, she did say it. It slipped out before she could stop herself.
His smile, like a hundred-watt bulb. He had white teeth, slightly crooked on the bottom, a small imperfection that made him even more perfect. His lips were well formed, soft and yet masculine.
But it wasn’t his lips and teeth that made his smile so dazzling. It was the ardency behind it, the enthusiasm, the joy in being.
The way Elisabeth felt right now.
‘I won’t touch you unless you want me to,’ Angus said. ‘Do you?’
‘Yes.’
He stared into her eyes for a moment, as if he couldn’t quite believe what she’d said. Not surprising, as she could hardly believe it herself.
Then his smile faded, his expression became intent. His hands still didn’t touch her. He bit his lip, as if he were concentrating hard. A line appeared between his eyebrows.
He inhaled once, deeply, and then let his hands drop down onto her
‘I’ve been dying to get you alone,’ he said.
She rubbed her hands along her bare arms, though she wasn’t cold yet. ‘In a refrigerator?’
‘Elisabeth, I’d be warm in a freezer if you were there.’ He looked her up and down again, as he had when she’d first arrived, and Elisabeth shivered. Not from the cold this time, either. ‘You are stunning. It’s taken all my will-power to keep my hands off you tonight.’
Likewise, Elisabeth thought, but she only rubbed her arms again.
He stepped away from the door, closer to her, and held his hands above her bare shoulders. Not touching, but Elisabeth could feel his heat.
‘I’d love to warm you up,’ he said. ‘May I?’
Please, please, please, yes. Elisabeth bit her lip. ‘The children—’
‘Will be fine for the next twenty minutes, at least. They won’t miss us, but this place could feel very cold if we don’t build up some body heat soon.’
‘You could let us out.’ Her voice sounded unconvincing even to her. Maybe it was because she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
Angus shook his head. ‘Not a chance, Miss Read. You’ve been dodging me since the day you met me, and I want to know why. At first I thought it was because you were angry with me.
But I don’t think that’s true any more. Now I think it’s because you don’t trust me. Is that right?’
She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms more tightly on her chest. ‘And I’m supposed to trust somebody who traps me in a refrigerator?’
‘You can leave whenever you want to. Just hit the button on the door.’ But he didn’t move away from her, and she didn’t move either.
‘Why don’t you trust me?’ he asked.
‘Because you’re a flirt and you charm people without even thinking. You don’t mean it.’
‘Now, there you’re wrong, Elisabeth. I think about it a lot.’ A fine mist of condensation hung in his words, and in her breath between them. ‘And I genuinely want to help Danny and Jennifer, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not using them. I’m not using you.’
‘I’m more worried that you’ve flirted with me from the moment you met me and you’ve been trying to get me into bed with you for nearly as long. It’s something you do with a lot of women, so I’ve heard.’
He nodded. ‘Ah. So it’s my public image you don’t like. Well, that makes sense. But I wouldn’t believe everything you read in the newspapers.’
‘So you don’t have a different woman in your bed every week?’
‘I know a lot of women and I go on dates with some of them occasionally. But, no, I don’t usually sleep with them. And not one of the women I know makes me feel the way that you do.’
Angus hadn’t moved since he’d approached her; his hands still hovered over her shoulders. She was starting to feel the cold on the backs of her bare legs, but everywhere that was near Angus was almost too hot to bear.
‘How do I make you feel?’ she asked.
‘Alive. Intrigued. Hungry.’ His mouth quirked up on one side. ‘Horny.’
‘Likewise.’ This time, she did say it. It slipped out before she could stop herself.
His smile, like a hundred-watt bulb. He had white teeth, slightly crooked on the bottom, a small imperfection that made him even more perfect. His lips were well formed, soft and yet masculine.
But it wasn’t his lips and teeth that made his smile so dazzling. It was the ardency behind it, the enthusiasm, the joy in being.
The way Elisabeth felt right now.
‘I won’t touch you unless you want me to,’ Angus said. ‘Do you?’
‘Yes.’
He stared into her eyes for a moment, as if he couldn’t quite believe what she’d said. Not surprising, as she could hardly believe it herself.
Then his smile faded, his expression became intent. His hands still didn’t touch her. He bit his lip, as if he were concentrating hard. A line appeared between his eyebrows.
He inhaled once, deeply, and then let his hands drop down onto her
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