some other woman,’ Crystal contended with a cynical twist of her lips. ‘I’m telling you that for your own good. If you’re prepared it will hurt less.’
‘I know Sander’s not in love with me,’ Tally admitted rather tightly, although she continued to keep a valiant smile pinned to her face. ‘That doesn’t mean I can’t be happy while it lasts.’
‘As long as you accept that you don’t have a future with him.’
‘I accepted that at the start,’ Tally fielded a tinge drily. ‘We’re both young and single, so of course it’s not going to last for ever.’
Having said all the right, level-headed things, Tally had become conscious that day that she wasn’t really fooling anyone, least of all herself. She adored Sander, absolutely adored him. Just the sound of his voice on the phone made her day and a glance from his dark deep-set eyes could tie her in knots and make her burn with longing. Even though she had not intended to fall madly in love with him, it had happened all the same.
She was relieved that Sander had not yet met her mother, for Crystal had never overcome her bitterness at the way her child’s father had treated her and Tally did not trust the older woman not to make some scornful and embarrassing comment about her daughter’s Greek parentage. Sander still didn’t know that Anatole Karydas was Tally’s father but she saw noreason whyshe should tell him, because what difference would it make to him? It was not as though her father took any interest in her life or even bothered to stay in regular contact with her.
Rushing into the lift to keep up with Sander’s long impatient stride, Tally was feeling quite dizzy when the lift whirred up to his apartment. As goose bumps rose on her skin and perspiration dampened her short upper lip she also felt slightly sick. It was far from being the first time she had felt under par in recent weeks and once again she resolved to visit her doctor when she could find the time. Having started taking the contraceptive pill to protect herself from pregnancy, she was beginning to suspect that the particular brand she was using might not suit her because she was suffering from increasingly frequent attacks of nausea.
Sander scooped her up in the hall and kissed her hard, the cool he practised in public places banished as his hands roved over her, smoothing up below the tunic to find the ripe curves of her breasts. An earthy groan of appreciation escaped him as he pushed her bra out of his path and kneaded the firm mounds that tumbled into his palms. ‘I’m so hot and ready I could take you here …’
‘I missed you too,’ Tally confided, engaged in wresting him out of his jacket, which fell on the tiled floor.
‘
Skase!
Shut up,’ he told her, urgently covering her mouth again. ‘You’re talking too much …’
While he kissed her breathless, stoking the flames of arousal already quivering through her, Sander pulled her through to the bedroom. His eagerness to make love to her thrilled Tally and made up for other omissions. He had yet to introduce her to any friends, other thanthose they had accidentally run into when out. He hadnever asked her to stay the whole night with him. He also never invited her out more than forty-eight hours in advance or said anything that might allow her to assume that they would still be together in a few weeks’ time.
Having whipped away her tunic and bra and trailed off her jeans in speedy succession, Sander stood by the bed stripping from his suit. He was so aroused he was in pain and had barely slept the night before. He had never had such great sexual rapport with a woman and he loved the fact that Tally had not known any of his friends or indeed his rivals before him. She was exclusively his in a way no other woman had ever contrived to be and very much his creation between the sheets. He was convinced that that was why he enjoyed being with her so much and why he had yet to become bored with
‘I know Sander’s not in love with me,’ Tally admitted rather tightly, although she continued to keep a valiant smile pinned to her face. ‘That doesn’t mean I can’t be happy while it lasts.’
‘As long as you accept that you don’t have a future with him.’
‘I accepted that at the start,’ Tally fielded a tinge drily. ‘We’re both young and single, so of course it’s not going to last for ever.’
Having said all the right, level-headed things, Tally had become conscious that day that she wasn’t really fooling anyone, least of all herself. She adored Sander, absolutely adored him. Just the sound of his voice on the phone made her day and a glance from his dark deep-set eyes could tie her in knots and make her burn with longing. Even though she had not intended to fall madly in love with him, it had happened all the same.
She was relieved that Sander had not yet met her mother, for Crystal had never overcome her bitterness at the way her child’s father had treated her and Tally did not trust the older woman not to make some scornful and embarrassing comment about her daughter’s Greek parentage. Sander still didn’t know that Anatole Karydas was Tally’s father but she saw noreason whyshe should tell him, because what difference would it make to him? It was not as though her father took any interest in her life or even bothered to stay in regular contact with her.
Rushing into the lift to keep up with Sander’s long impatient stride, Tally was feeling quite dizzy when the lift whirred up to his apartment. As goose bumps rose on her skin and perspiration dampened her short upper lip she also felt slightly sick. It was far from being the first time she had felt under par in recent weeks and once again she resolved to visit her doctor when she could find the time. Having started taking the contraceptive pill to protect herself from pregnancy, she was beginning to suspect that the particular brand she was using might not suit her because she was suffering from increasingly frequent attacks of nausea.
Sander scooped her up in the hall and kissed her hard, the cool he practised in public places banished as his hands roved over her, smoothing up below the tunic to find the ripe curves of her breasts. An earthy groan of appreciation escaped him as he pushed her bra out of his path and kneaded the firm mounds that tumbled into his palms. ‘I’m so hot and ready I could take you here …’
‘I missed you too,’ Tally confided, engaged in wresting him out of his jacket, which fell on the tiled floor.
‘
Skase!
Shut up,’ he told her, urgently covering her mouth again. ‘You’re talking too much …’
While he kissed her breathless, stoking the flames of arousal already quivering through her, Sander pulled her through to the bedroom. His eagerness to make love to her thrilled Tally and made up for other omissions. He had yet to introduce her to any friends, other thanthose they had accidentally run into when out. He hadnever asked her to stay the whole night with him. He also never invited her out more than forty-eight hours in advance or said anything that might allow her to assume that they would still be together in a few weeks’ time.
Having whipped away her tunic and bra and trailed off her jeans in speedy succession, Sander stood by the bed stripping from his suit. He was so aroused he was in pain and had barely slept the night before. He had never had such great sexual rapport with a woman and he loved the fact that Tally had not known any of his friends or indeed his rivals before him. She was exclusively his in a way no other woman had ever contrived to be and very much his creation between the sheets. He was convinced that that was why he enjoyed being with her so much and why he had yet to become bored with
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