of his sweat-sheened back.
After a few moments he let her go and rolled onto his back but, to Ashley’s surprise, he didn’t say a word. Thank heavens she hadn’t blurted out how much she cared—because there was nothing coming back from him. In fact, the only thing that Jack had spoken of was desire. She risked a glance and could see him staring up at the ceiling as if he didn’t really see it at all. In the silence of the room, she could sense his sudden disquiet.
Was he regretting what had just happened—and worrying that she would now read far too much into it? Perhaps this was a rite of passage for every woman who became his secretary. Perhaps the words he had spoken to her were the same he used to everyone. She felt a bitter lurch of pain in her heart as she wondered if he had a time-honoured method for removing them from his bed.
As she listened his breathing became steady, until its deep and regular rhythm told her that he had fallen asleep. And despite all her feelings of uncertainty and insecurity, Ashley felt glad. Because Jack needed to rest—and mightn’t sleep dissolve some of the strain which always seemed to lurk around the corners of his eyes?
She stared up at the ceiling, feeling as disorientated as someone who found themselves in a strange city at the dead of night. Did she lie here until he was dead to the world so that she could make her escape? Surelythat was preferable to having what was bound to be an extremely embarrassing conversation if she left it until he woke up. She swallowed. What would she say? Even worse, what would
he
say?
I’m sorry, Ashley—I don’t know what came over me.
I’m sorry, Ashley—but you can no longer work for me.
Could she bear to look into his beloved face and see regret written there? And could she bear to witness the dark serpent of shame which would creep into their lives and sully what was left of their relationship? Gingerly, she began to slide away from him—until a hand closed like a vice around her naked waist and a slumberous deep voice shattered the silence.
‘Where the hell do you think you’re going?’ he questioned softly.
CHAPTER NINE
J ACK’S question cut into Ashley’s confusion and as his eyelids slowly opened she found herself staring into the jet gleam of his brilliant eyes.
‘I said, where are you going, Ashley?’ he questioned softly. ‘Creeping out of my bed without even a word goodbye? That isn’t exactly a glowing recommendation of my love-making—and not particularly good for a man’s ego, either.’
As if
he
needed anything to bolster his ego! ‘Back.’
‘Back?’ he drawled. ‘Back where?’
Say something reasonable,
she urged herself.
Something which will give you time to work out how to feel comfortable around him after what has happened. And which will put his mind at ease that you aren’t going to start coming over all needy.
Because needy didn’t work. It made people push you away. She’d learnt that lesson as a frightened little four-year-old and she had never forgotten it. ‘Back to the manuscript I’m supposed to be typing.’
‘Really?’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Don’t you think that’s taking the work ethic a touch too far?’
‘Not really. It’s still only.’ She glanced at the inexpensive little watch on her wrist, which was the only thing she was still wearing, and gave a little yelp of horror. ‘Oh, my goodness—it’s nearly four o’clock! ‘
‘So what? I’m the boss and what I say goes,’ he said, in a voice of soft mockery. ‘We have as many hours as we want—and so many endless possibilities about how to spend them—and
you’re
just itching to get back to your computer! ‘
‘I’m only trying to be diligent,’ she said. ‘Sometimes a man doesn’t want diligence.’ ‘No?’ Her tongue snaked out to moisten her suddenly bone-dry lips because the way he was looking at her was making her feel boneless and melting. ‘Not even from his secretary?’
‘No. Not
After a few moments he let her go and rolled onto his back but, to Ashley’s surprise, he didn’t say a word. Thank heavens she hadn’t blurted out how much she cared—because there was nothing coming back from him. In fact, the only thing that Jack had spoken of was desire. She risked a glance and could see him staring up at the ceiling as if he didn’t really see it at all. In the silence of the room, she could sense his sudden disquiet.
Was he regretting what had just happened—and worrying that she would now read far too much into it? Perhaps this was a rite of passage for every woman who became his secretary. Perhaps the words he had spoken to her were the same he used to everyone. She felt a bitter lurch of pain in her heart as she wondered if he had a time-honoured method for removing them from his bed.
As she listened his breathing became steady, until its deep and regular rhythm told her that he had fallen asleep. And despite all her feelings of uncertainty and insecurity, Ashley felt glad. Because Jack needed to rest—and mightn’t sleep dissolve some of the strain which always seemed to lurk around the corners of his eyes?
She stared up at the ceiling, feeling as disorientated as someone who found themselves in a strange city at the dead of night. Did she lie here until he was dead to the world so that she could make her escape? Surelythat was preferable to having what was bound to be an extremely embarrassing conversation if she left it until he woke up. She swallowed. What would she say? Even worse, what would
he
say?
I’m sorry, Ashley—I don’t know what came over me.
I’m sorry, Ashley—but you can no longer work for me.
Could she bear to look into his beloved face and see regret written there? And could she bear to witness the dark serpent of shame which would creep into their lives and sully what was left of their relationship? Gingerly, she began to slide away from him—until a hand closed like a vice around her naked waist and a slumberous deep voice shattered the silence.
‘Where the hell do you think you’re going?’ he questioned softly.
CHAPTER NINE
J ACK’S question cut into Ashley’s confusion and as his eyelids slowly opened she found herself staring into the jet gleam of his brilliant eyes.
‘I said, where are you going, Ashley?’ he questioned softly. ‘Creeping out of my bed without even a word goodbye? That isn’t exactly a glowing recommendation of my love-making—and not particularly good for a man’s ego, either.’
As if
he
needed anything to bolster his ego! ‘Back.’
‘Back?’ he drawled. ‘Back where?’
Say something reasonable,
she urged herself.
Something which will give you time to work out how to feel comfortable around him after what has happened. And which will put his mind at ease that you aren’t going to start coming over all needy.
Because needy didn’t work. It made people push you away. She’d learnt that lesson as a frightened little four-year-old and she had never forgotten it. ‘Back to the manuscript I’m supposed to be typing.’
‘Really?’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Don’t you think that’s taking the work ethic a touch too far?’
‘Not really. It’s still only.’ She glanced at the inexpensive little watch on her wrist, which was the only thing she was still wearing, and gave a little yelp of horror. ‘Oh, my goodness—it’s nearly four o’clock! ‘
‘So what? I’m the boss and what I say goes,’ he said, in a voice of soft mockery. ‘We have as many hours as we want—and so many endless possibilities about how to spend them—and
you’re
just itching to get back to your computer! ‘
‘I’m only trying to be diligent,’ she said. ‘Sometimes a man doesn’t want diligence.’ ‘No?’ Her tongue snaked out to moisten her suddenly bone-dry lips because the way he was looking at her was making her feel boneless and melting. ‘Not even from his secretary?’
‘No. Not
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