him? She had turned away from him now, so that he got a complete view of her thick curls tied back in a ribbon and a dress he’d seen many times before. Nobody could accuse Izzy of responding to their lovemaking by becoming a vamp in the office. She was probably the least glamorous woman he’d ever met.
Yet the strange thing was that he wanted her. Actually, he wanted her more than he had done yesterday. The contrast between her rather unremarkable exterior and the red-hot lover underneath had scorched through his defences. The memory of how she had yielded so eagerly wouldn’t leave him. But it was more than a purely visceral response. Her freshness and eagerness had been like sweet balm applied to his jaded senses. Hadn’t she given him more than anyother woman had ever done—surrendering her innocence with such eagerness and joy?
And yet what had he done for her? Taken that innocence in as swift a way as possible and offered her nothing in return. Not even dinner. He felt the unfamiliar stab of guilt.
‘What are you doing tonight?’ he said.
The question made Isobel turn round. ‘It’s my book club.’
‘Your book club?’
‘Six to eight women,’ she explained, since he’d clearly never heard of the concept. ‘We all read a book and then afterwards we sit round and discuss it.’
He knitted his brows together. ‘And that’s supposed to be enjoyable?’
‘That’s the general idea.’
‘Cancel it.’ The answering smile he floated her was supremely confident. ‘Have dinner with me instead.’
Shamefully, she was almost tempted to do as he suggested—until she imagined the reaction of her girlfriends. Hadn’t she let them down enough times in the past, when Tariq had been in the middle of some big deal and she’d had to work right through the night? Did he really expect her to drop everything now, just so he could get a duty dinner out of the way before another bout of sex?
She thought about everything she’d vowed. About not leaving herself vulnerable to heartbreak—which wasn’t going to be easy now that she
had
taken such a big leap in that direction. But even if she had made herself vulnerable she didn’t have to compound it by being a total doormat.
‘I don’t want to cancel it, Tariq—I’m hosting in myapartment. There’s two bottles of white wine chilling in the fridge and we’re reading
Jane Eyre
.’
Damn
Jane Eyre
, he thought irreverently—but something about her resistance made his lips curve into a sardonic smile.
‘What about tomorrow night, then? Do you think you might be able to find a space in your busy schedule and have dinner with me then?’ he questioned sarcastically.
Her heart began thundering as she stared at him. Wasn’t that what she’d wanted all along? The cloak of respectability covering up the fact that they’d had sex without any of the usual preliminaries? Wouldn’t a civilised meal prevent their relationship from being defined by that one rather steamy episode—no matter what happened in the future? Because the chances were that they might decide never to have sex again. Maybe in a restaurant, with the natural barrier of a table between them and the attentions of the waiting staff, they could agree that, yes, it had been a highly pleasurable experience—but best kept as a one-off.
Isobel nodded. ‘Yes, I can have dinner with you tomorrow night.’
‘Good. Book somewhere, will you? Anywhere you like.’
His expression was thoughtful as he walked through to his inner sanctum. Because this was a first on many levels, he realised.
The first time he’d ever had sex with a member of his staff.
And the first time a woman had ever turned him down for a dinner date.
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘T HIS is the last kind of place I’d have thought you’d choose,’ said Tariq slowly.
Isobel looked up from the laminated menu, which she already knew by heart, and stared at the hawk-like beauty of the Sheikh’s autocratic features. ‘You don’t like
Yet the strange thing was that he wanted her. Actually, he wanted her more than he had done yesterday. The contrast between her rather unremarkable exterior and the red-hot lover underneath had scorched through his defences. The memory of how she had yielded so eagerly wouldn’t leave him. But it was more than a purely visceral response. Her freshness and eagerness had been like sweet balm applied to his jaded senses. Hadn’t she given him more than anyother woman had ever done—surrendering her innocence with such eagerness and joy?
And yet what had he done for her? Taken that innocence in as swift a way as possible and offered her nothing in return. Not even dinner. He felt the unfamiliar stab of guilt.
‘What are you doing tonight?’ he said.
The question made Isobel turn round. ‘It’s my book club.’
‘Your book club?’
‘Six to eight women,’ she explained, since he’d clearly never heard of the concept. ‘We all read a book and then afterwards we sit round and discuss it.’
He knitted his brows together. ‘And that’s supposed to be enjoyable?’
‘That’s the general idea.’
‘Cancel it.’ The answering smile he floated her was supremely confident. ‘Have dinner with me instead.’
Shamefully, she was almost tempted to do as he suggested—until she imagined the reaction of her girlfriends. Hadn’t she let them down enough times in the past, when Tariq had been in the middle of some big deal and she’d had to work right through the night? Did he really expect her to drop everything now, just so he could get a duty dinner out of the way before another bout of sex?
She thought about everything she’d vowed. About not leaving herself vulnerable to heartbreak—which wasn’t going to be easy now that she
had
taken such a big leap in that direction. But even if she had made herself vulnerable she didn’t have to compound it by being a total doormat.
‘I don’t want to cancel it, Tariq—I’m hosting in myapartment. There’s two bottles of white wine chilling in the fridge and we’re reading
Jane Eyre
.’
Damn
Jane Eyre
, he thought irreverently—but something about her resistance made his lips curve into a sardonic smile.
‘What about tomorrow night, then? Do you think you might be able to find a space in your busy schedule and have dinner with me then?’ he questioned sarcastically.
Her heart began thundering as she stared at him. Wasn’t that what she’d wanted all along? The cloak of respectability covering up the fact that they’d had sex without any of the usual preliminaries? Wouldn’t a civilised meal prevent their relationship from being defined by that one rather steamy episode—no matter what happened in the future? Because the chances were that they might decide never to have sex again. Maybe in a restaurant, with the natural barrier of a table between them and the attentions of the waiting staff, they could agree that, yes, it had been a highly pleasurable experience—but best kept as a one-off.
Isobel nodded. ‘Yes, I can have dinner with you tomorrow night.’
‘Good. Book somewhere, will you? Anywhere you like.’
His expression was thoughtful as he walked through to his inner sanctum. Because this was a first on many levels, he realised.
The first time he’d ever had sex with a member of his staff.
And the first time a woman had ever turned him down for a dinner date.
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘T HIS is the last kind of place I’d have thought you’d choose,’ said Tariq slowly.
Isobel looked up from the laminated menu, which she already knew by heart, and stared at the hawk-like beauty of the Sheikh’s autocratic features. ‘You don’t like
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