beautiful had almost certainly spoilt him for ordinary women like herself.
Fortunately she had never been attracted to the smouldering Southern Mediterranean type.
He could exploit his sexual magnetism for all it was worth; she wasnât going to be distracted. She had to stay focused! Think more about Susie and less about his stern, sensual mouth.
Her chin tilted to an aggressive angle that reflected her militant frame of mind she sauntered across the room.
âIf you think this is bad, you should have seen me before the shower!â she snapped with a toss of her head.
Javier had.
He over the years had a number of lovers, but he was not in the habit of spending the entire night with them; perhaps that was why her face in repose had fascinated him so much. He judged it possibly wasnât a good idea, considering her overt hostility, to share these details with her.
âHave I done something to offend you?â
Other than look so damned superior? âI didnât care for your tone.â Kate didnât care for the gleam of amusement in his eyes as he watched her progression across the room, either.
âYou have something against Spanish accents?â
âNo, just bossy men of any nationality.â She had no intention of revealing that she found his accent extremely attractive; the velvet rasp of his slightly foreign syllables sent forbidden little shivers down her spine.
âI didnât lock the doorâ¦â
She bent her head forwards and shook out her damp hair, teasing the knots in the silken threads with her fingers and showering his immaculate person with wet droplets. Throwing her head back she intercepted an expression in his eyes that almost made her lose her composureâimagined or real, the sensual heat of that fleeting look made her stomach collapse inwards.
âBut if Iâd known you were in here I definitely would have!â she boasted huskily.
One ebony brow arched expressively. He didnât appear impressed by this slightly desperate display of how unintimidated she was by himâbut then it was hard to establish indifference when your voice quivered and shook.
âAnd if youâd collapsed?â
Well aware she didnât have a leg to stand on, she responded to this common-sense observation with a disdainful toss of her head.
âAs you can see.â She held her arms wide and performed a graceful twirl for his benefit. âIâm fit and well,â she finished triumphantly as her billowing skirts settled back around the long line of her thighs. âNot a wobble in sight,â she lied cheerfully.
Sheâd have felt a lot more like smiling if the fact her head was spinning crazily had something to do with the manoeuvre or her weakened condition, but it didnât; it was breathing the same air as this wretched man that turned her into some sort of hormonal junkie!
âNo headache, no ache and pains. In fact Iâm absolutely fine.â
He picked up a peach from her breakfast tray and bit into the soft flesh.
A sigh snagged in Kateâs throat; the fruit had left a faint film of moisture on the sensual outline of his lips, and her stomach muscles spasmed viciously.
âBefore you cartwheel around the roomâ¦â Javier dweltindulgently for a split second on the image of her cart-wheeling around the room in that skirt, so demure, but inclined, even when cartwheels were not involved, to expose intriguing glimpses of creamy thigh.
Kate intercepting the direction of his fixed stare glanced down, wondering if she had a blob of toothpaste or something on her skirt that had offended his fastidious senses. She smoothed the fabric with her hand but couldnât see anything amiss. When she looked back up his gaze was now fixed on her face, his expression impassive, though there was a curious dark line of colour along the crests of his sharp sculpted cheekbones.
ââ¦Or do fifty push-ups, possibly? I feel I
Fortunately she had never been attracted to the smouldering Southern Mediterranean type.
He could exploit his sexual magnetism for all it was worth; she wasnât going to be distracted. She had to stay focused! Think more about Susie and less about his stern, sensual mouth.
Her chin tilted to an aggressive angle that reflected her militant frame of mind she sauntered across the room.
âIf you think this is bad, you should have seen me before the shower!â she snapped with a toss of her head.
Javier had.
He over the years had a number of lovers, but he was not in the habit of spending the entire night with them; perhaps that was why her face in repose had fascinated him so much. He judged it possibly wasnât a good idea, considering her overt hostility, to share these details with her.
âHave I done something to offend you?â
Other than look so damned superior? âI didnât care for your tone.â Kate didnât care for the gleam of amusement in his eyes as he watched her progression across the room, either.
âYou have something against Spanish accents?â
âNo, just bossy men of any nationality.â She had no intention of revealing that she found his accent extremely attractive; the velvet rasp of his slightly foreign syllables sent forbidden little shivers down her spine.
âI didnât lock the doorâ¦â
She bent her head forwards and shook out her damp hair, teasing the knots in the silken threads with her fingers and showering his immaculate person with wet droplets. Throwing her head back she intercepted an expression in his eyes that almost made her lose her composureâimagined or real, the sensual heat of that fleeting look made her stomach collapse inwards.
âBut if Iâd known you were in here I definitely would have!â she boasted huskily.
One ebony brow arched expressively. He didnât appear impressed by this slightly desperate display of how unintimidated she was by himâbut then it was hard to establish indifference when your voice quivered and shook.
âAnd if youâd collapsed?â
Well aware she didnât have a leg to stand on, she responded to this common-sense observation with a disdainful toss of her head.
âAs you can see.â She held her arms wide and performed a graceful twirl for his benefit. âIâm fit and well,â she finished triumphantly as her billowing skirts settled back around the long line of her thighs. âNot a wobble in sight,â she lied cheerfully.
Sheâd have felt a lot more like smiling if the fact her head was spinning crazily had something to do with the manoeuvre or her weakened condition, but it didnât; it was breathing the same air as this wretched man that turned her into some sort of hormonal junkie!
âNo headache, no ache and pains. In fact Iâm absolutely fine.â
He picked up a peach from her breakfast tray and bit into the soft flesh.
A sigh snagged in Kateâs throat; the fruit had left a faint film of moisture on the sensual outline of his lips, and her stomach muscles spasmed viciously.
âBefore you cartwheel around the roomâ¦â Javier dweltindulgently for a split second on the image of her cart-wheeling around the room in that skirt, so demure, but inclined, even when cartwheels were not involved, to expose intriguing glimpses of creamy thigh.
Kate intercepting the direction of his fixed stare glanced down, wondering if she had a blob of toothpaste or something on her skirt that had offended his fastidious senses. She smoothed the fabric with her hand but couldnât see anything amiss. When she looked back up his gaze was now fixed on her face, his expression impassive, though there was a curious dark line of colour along the crests of his sharp sculpted cheekbones.
ââ¦Or do fifty push-ups, possibly? I feel I
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