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And after that he would make the decision for her, he seemed to be
telling her without actually saying the words!
Bryna, of all people, knew how charming Raff could be when he
chose to be, and over lunch with her parents he wanted to be very
much, talking freely about their life together in London, answering
questions about Kate and Paul.
She knew her parents respected the fact that it was her decision what
the future held for her and her unborn child, but as Raff solicitously
saw to her every need during the meal she could see them both
shooting her questioning looks as to why she had decided she and
Raff were 'no longer together'; it was obvious from Raff's behaviour
that it hadn't been his decision to end things! And her parents knew
that she loved him, that she would never have become his lover if she
hadn't been in love with him from the first.
Their first evening together Raff had deliberately set out to seduce
her, with an expensive dinner eaten by candlelight, romantic music
playing softly in the background, with a slate-eyed Raff sitting across
from her. She hadn't wanted to be seduced, had found his
domineering attitude of earlier disquietening, even if she couldn't
help but be attracted to him.
She had expected him to take her home by car from the restaurant,
instead he had suggested picking his car up later and walking through
the park to her home. Her scepticism with this idea turned to
enchantment as she realised that no mugger in his right mind would
argue with Raff, and that the scent of early summer flowers was even
more heady than the wine they had consumed during their meal.
The biggest surprise of the evening had come when he refused her
invitation to come into her apartment for coffee, and instead gave her
a lingering goodnight kiss on her doorstep before taking his leave.
That single kiss had been enough to tell her she was more attracted to
him than to any other man she had ever known.
When Court telephoned her the next day and invited her out to dinner
with him that evening it wasn't too difficult to refuse him, knowing
she was keeping her evening free just in case Raff called. She knew
she was behaving like a teenager waiting for a call from her first
boyfriend, but she couldn't help herself!
He didn't call, and she spent the evening washing and drying her hair
instead, cursing herself for turning down an invitation from such a
nice man as Court Stevens on the offchance that a rat like Raff
Gallagher might deign to call.
She was still angry with herself the next day, her mood one of
snapping irritation. How could she have been so gullible as to have
been taken in by a man like Raff Gallagher! He had proved his point,
that they had indeed 'met again', and that like all the other women in
his life she hadn't been able to resist him!
'Wishing that pencil were my neck?' drawled a coolly confident
voice.
Bryna looked up at Raff Gallagher with a start as he stood
unannounced in the doorway to her office; she would have a word
with Gilly about this oversight later, after she had evicted Raff
Gallagher from her office!
'I didn't think you were the violent type,' he raised dark brows as he
strolled fully into the room, closing the door softly behind him.
She glanced down at the broken pencil in her hands with some
surprise; she hadn't even realised she had snapped it in two. 'I'm not.'
She dropped the two halves of the pencil into the bin beside her desk.
'I don't believe we have an appointment, Mr Gallagher.' She looked at
him with cool enquiry.
He bent his long length into the chair opposite hers. 'Do you have any
coffee? I'm in need of waking up.'
Bryna's eyes flashed angrily. 'Then maybe you should have stayed in
bed longer!' How dared he come here demanding she give him coffee
after spending the night with one of his women!
He leant his head back in the chair, closing his eyes briefly. 'I haven't
been to bed --'
'Mr Gallagher --'
'I must be getting old,' he drawled ruefully, straightening in his chair,
just that few seconds' relaxation with his eyes closed seeming to have
revived him a little. 'A couple of years ago I would have been able to
take flying to the States, working through their evening our
night and then flying back to England when my business was
finished, without any ill-effects.' He shook his head. 'Now I just feel
exhausted.'
'Well, of course you do,' scolded Bryna, having listened in horror as
he related his gruelling schedule of the last twenty-four hours; no
wonder he hadn't called her, he hadn't had time! And she knew how
shattering jet-lag could be too. 'You'll kill yourself working that
hard!' She stood up to pour him a cup of coffee from the percolator
across the room.
He drank the strong black brew gratefully. 'I couldn't give Court the
opportunity to move in on the woman I so badly want for myself,' he
said softly, watching her over the rim of his cup as he drank some
more coffee. 'Now could I?' He looked at her warmly.
A sophisticated lady, used to any amount of male attention during her
years as a model, and she blushed! 'Maybe you should have taken the
time to telephone me before you left so that I knew you felt that way,'
she snapped.
His eyes narrowed. 'Does that mean I'm too late, and Court has called
you?'
Was this man ever too late, had any woman ever denied him? Could
she? 'I think you should go home to bed now, and --'
'Come with me,' he invited huskily, his tiredness completely gone
now.
Bryna swallowed hard at the directness of his approach. 'And if you
still want to see me again you can call me later,' she finished firmly,
resisting with effort the temptation she had to go home with him right
now. If he asked again she might not have resisted, but instead he
stood up to leave. Til call you later,' he told her throatily. She faced
him across the room; she hadn't returned to her seat behind her desk
after pouring him his coffee. 'Fine,' she acknowledged nervously.
Nervous? The woman who had been called icy and distant?
Incredible!
'Bryna,' Raff murmured huskily before taking her in his arms and
kissing her lingeringly on the mouth. 'I'll definitely call you later,' he
told her ruefully as he straightened reluctantly. 'And next time I have
to go away on business unexpectedly I'll make sure I call and let you
know,' he promised softly.
Next time? Bryna pondered over the statement all afternoon. He [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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