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‘The first time we make love,’ he told her calmly.
She gave a short breathless laugh. ‘I can't decide whether you're conceited or I've just gone mad,’ she said dazedly.
‘Neither of those things,’ Jake murmured huskily, his eyes never leaving her parted lips. ‘Your mouth was made for kissing. I've wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you in the lift this evening.’
‘But you—you were so distant.’
His dark eyebrows rose. ‘I could hardly make love to you in a lift, and I don't think you would have let me on such short acquaintance. Besides, I knew you were going to be here this evening. It was the only thing that persuaded me to be here at all.’
All the time they were talking she was aware of the hardness of his body curved into her own, her hands crushed against his chest. ‘But surely you had to be here, to protect your employer?’
‘Does it look as if I'm doing much protecting?’
‘No,’ she admitted.
‘That's because I'm not. I abhor parties and I dislike crowds. I'm only here to see you.’
‘You flatter me!’
‘Maybe, but I don't usually put myself out for other people.’
He was very arrogant, considering he was only a lowly employee like herself. ‘You're very lucky if you don't have to, some of us aren't so privileged.’
‘You don't seem to have made any concessions in your argument with Payne this afternoon,’ he taunted.
She blushed. ‘That was different.’
‘Not at all. You make your own set of rules and you have to live by them.’ His hold about her waist tightened. ‘And I'm very glad you kept to yours today. It could have caused quite a scene if I'd had to fight Forbes to get you.’
Her eyes widened. ‘You would have done that?’
‘Oh yes, Stacy, I would have done that.’
‘You make it very hard for a girl to refuse you,’ she admitted.
His head bent slightly, his face only inches away from her own. ‘That's because I don't intend to have you refuse me. I'm patient, I can wait for the right moment.’
‘And if there isn't one?’ she murmured.
‘Then I'll make one.’
His dark head lowered slowly and his lips took possession of hers in a kiss of languorous passion, a deliberate onslaught to break down any barriers she might have against him. He needn't have worried, his charm had seduced her into submission long ago.
But this was wrong! She had known this man only a matter of hours. And yet she couldn't hold back her response, couldn't deny the effect he was having on her, his mouth making slow leisurely love to her, his hands gently caressing her back.
Finally she pulled away from him, her head dizzy with the emotions he had aroused in her, emotions that had lain dormant until his mouth had touched hers. This couldn't be happening to her, it must be his experience that was making her melt against him like this; people didn't fall in love so easily.
She licked her lips, tasting the whisky Jake had been drinking earlier, her whole body shaking. ‘I——’ she cursed herself for letting her voice shake like this. ‘I want to go back inside,’ she said more strongly.
‘Why?’ he asked huskily, not releasing his hold on her.
‘I think you know why.’
‘Because I kissed you?’
And because of her reaction to that kiss! ‘Well, I—Yes! I hardly know you,’ she added, as if that explained everything.
‘Mm, perhaps you're right.’ Jake moved away from her. ‘My mother always told me you should never kiss a girl on your first date.’ He smiled. ‘I never did listen to my mother.’
Stacy smoothed down her skirt. ‘Then perhaps you should have done.’
‘Perhaps,’ but he didn't sound as if he should. ‘I'll take you back to the party now.’
‘I think I would rather go to my room.’
‘So would I,’ he agreed throatily.
‘Alone,’ she said sharply.
‘But of course. I promise to leave you at your door.’
‘I can find my own way,’ she refused.
He took hold of her elbow. ‘I'm sure you can, but I've always believed in seeing a lady to her home—and as this place is temporarily your home …’
‘Oh, all right,’ she accepted with ill-grace.
Jake grinned down at her as they walked back to the entrance. ‘I wish I could have seen your argument with Payne. I bet it was something to watch!’
Stacy gave a wan smile. ‘He didn't seem to think so.’
‘So he told me. I believe you implied he was past it.’
She blushed painfully as she remembered the rude things she had said to the director.
‘Something about us being past the age of the studio couch,’ he added teasingly.
‘Oh—oh yes,’ she blushed even more. ‘I—I lost my temper.’
Jake laughed softly. ‘So I gathered.’ He picked up a strand of her glorious red hair. ‘So this hair really does denote the fiery nature reputed to go with it.’
‘In my case, yes,’ she admitted almost guiltily.
Jake tilted her chin. ‘I like the temper. It adds to your attraction.’
‘It does?’
‘I like a woman who can stand up for herself.’
‘Oh.’
‘You aren't sure that's a good thing, are you?’
‘No,’ she answered truthfully. She held back as he opened the door for her. ‘Could we go in another way?’
‘Why?’ He looked at her suspiciously.
‘Well, because I—I——’
His teeth gleamed whitely in the darkness. ‘Your lipstick isn't smudged, if that's what you're worried about.’ He gently touched her lips as if to emphasise the point.
Her breath caught in her throat. ‘It isn't that.’
‘Then what is it?’ His hand dropped away from her mouth.
She gave an impatient sigh. ‘I don't want to simply walk through the room and us to go upstairs together. I know exactly what conclusion the people in there would come to.’
‘You do?’
‘Yes,’ she snapped. ‘And don't pretend you don't too.’
He shut the door with a shrug. ‘Okay, we'll sneak in the back way.’
‘I didn't mean——’
‘Grow up, Stacy!’ He was angry now. ‘Do you think the fact that we just disappear is going to give them any less food for thought? I would have thought it would have given them even more to get their teeth into.’
‘Damn you!’ Her eyes blazed angrily. ‘Damn you, damn you!’ She flung open the door and marched into the room, uncaring about whether or not he followed her in.
She walked gracefully across the room with unhurried steps, looking to neither left nor right, a defiant look to her mouth and an angry glitter to her eyes. As she reached the reception area the anger started to leave her tensed body. After all, she shouldn't let a comparative stranger annoy her like this.
It wasn't until she put her hand out to press the lift button and a long tanned muscular hand beat her to it that she realised Jake was standing beside her. She stubbornly refused to look at him, although all her senses told her it was him, from the pleasant aroma of his aftershave to the much more potent male smell that belonged exclusively to him. He had done nothing but anger or excite her since the moment they had met, and she would no longer give him that satisfaction.
Once inside the lift she still kept her eyes averted, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so. Finally she just had to look at him, the silence between them oppressive, only to find his caressing gaze fixed on her face.
‘Oh!’ she gasped, looking hurriedly away again.
He moved to stand in front of her, a hand on the wall either side of her head, his body only just separate from her own. He looked at her beneath lowered lids. ‘I told you I like the tempter. You won't get rid of me that way.’
‘I wasn't trying——’
‘Oh yes, you were, and we both know why. If what I said earlier bothers you that much just forget I said it.’
‘It isn't the sort of thing you can forget,’ she retorted. ‘It isn't every day a man tells me he'd like to go to bed with me.’
‘Maybe other men don't tell you, but they think it.’ He lifted her chin so that she had no choice but to look at him. ‘Is it because I'm so much older than you that you find the prospect so daunting? Or is it that you think I only want you for one night and then I'll pass on to another conquest?’
‘Both of those things,’ she croaked. And more, much more!
‘I can't refute the latter, I have no idea how a relationship between us would turn out, and I've never considered my age a barrier before. Or is it the experience that goes with the age that bothers you, the other women I've known and left?’
‘Yes! And—and we've known each other such a short time.’
Suddenly he had moved away and was standing on the other side of the lift, extracting a long thin cheroot from a gold case before lighting it. ‘I wouldn't insult you by asking you to go to bed right now,’ he said. ‘All the best things in life are worth waiting for—and you're one of them. It will happen in your time, not mine. Will you go swimming with me in the morning?’
She should be perfectly safe with him in the hotel swimming pool, and she would like to see him again. ‘What time?’ she asked.
‘Ten o'clock?’
She could be making a mistake, and yet she wanted to see him. ‘Fine. I'll meet you in the reception area.’
Jake held the doors open so that the lift couldn't move. ‘Off you go to your room—I won't come any further and frighten you any more. Ten o'clock downstairs,’ he reminded her as she hurried to her room.
As she let herself in with her key Stacy had a last impression of him leaning against one of the lift doors, watching her progress with dark brooding eyes.
She heaved a sigh of relief as she leant back against the door. These sort of things didn't happen in real life, being pursued by tall, dark, handsome men with a stated intent on her virtue. But it was happening to her.
She was in bed pretending to be asleep when Juliet came up to bed. She had no wish to answer questions about Jake, especially questions she had no answer to. It was for this reason that she also pretended to be asleep the next morning as Juliet got ready to go down to breakfast. Once her friend had left Stacy got up and ordered herself some coffee. She didn't intend seeing anyone who could ask embarrassing questions.
Jake was already waiting for her when she arrived downstairs at ten past ten, looking at her impatiently as she moved to the desk to leave a message for Matthew telling him she wouldn't be needing transport into London after all.
‘Good morning,’ Jake greeted softly. He was dressed in cream slacks and a matching short-sleeved shirt opened almost to his waist in the heat of the day. He looked very attractive, his skin appearing very dark against his cream clothing.
Stacy eyes alighted on the picnic basket at his side. ‘What's in the basket?’ she asked lightly.
‘Our lunch.’
‘Lunch?’ she frowned. ‘Surely we won't need that by the pool.’
‘We aren't going to the pool.’
She looked up at him. ‘We—we aren't?’
He shook his head. ‘I've borrowed Payne's motor launch. We're going for a ride along the coast to find a secluded beach where I can seduce you in private.’
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_7333f0b2-d23f-5356-b680-e552717cf37a)
SO much for her being safe by the pool! ‘You didn't tell me that last night,’ she said resentfully. ‘I automatically took it you meant the pool.’
‘Does it matter?’ Jake looked bored.
‘Of course it matters,’ she said sharply.
‘Why? Don't answer that, I think I can guess,’ his voice taunted. ‘You didn't expect to be alone with me today. Well, I'm not going to the pool so that all your friends can stare at us. I'm going out in the boat anyway, you please yourself if you come with me.’ He picked up the picnic basket. ‘But if you're too scared …’ he shrugged, walking away.
Stacy caught up with him as he got in the low two-seater sports car parked outside, throwing the basket in the space at the back of the car. She got in beside him, her rolled-up towel on her knee. ‘I'm not frightened of you,’ she glared at him furiously.
The car shot away with a roar, its driver turning to grin at her. ‘I knew you wouldn't be able to resist a challenge like that.’
