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Authors: Carole Mortimer
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your smug attitude right now would certainly ensure that I did!’
Michael eyed her mockingly. ‘Isn’t it a little early in our acquaintance for you to have decided you dislike me as strongly as that?”
‘Oh, I assure you, a little of your company goes a long, long way!’ she snapped. The less she had to do with Michael D’Angelo in future, the better she would like it.
And not because she disliked him, intensely or otherwise...
Eva hadn’t shared an apartment with anyone since her university days, and the thought of staying in this apartment now, night as well as day, with a man as physically charismatic as Michael D’Angelo, even with the twins as chaperones, made her feel decidedly uncomfortable.
Not that Eva thought for one moment that Michael would ever return that physical attraction; she just didn’t think it was a good idea for her to be alone with him here. If nothing else, she stood a good chance of making a fool of herself if he should ever realise her attraction to him!
Nor did she completely understand the reason for him insisting that she and the twins stay here with him...
‘I have absolutely no idea why you’re smiling,’ she bit out irritably, annoyed with herself as much as with Michael. For having noticed that he looked even more dangerously male when he smiled. Those black eyes became the colour of warm chocolate when he smiled instead of that cold black, and they were edged with laughter lines. Those same laughter lines beside curved and parted lips, showing very white and even teeth, and all revealing Michael D’Angelo for exactly what he was: a predatory male in his prime!
Michael didn’t understand why he was smiling either. Laughter wasn’t a predominant part of his nature at the best of times, and even more rarely when in the company of a beautiful woman. But Eva, with her apparent lack of a verbal filter, seemed to have found the ability to amuse him.
Even, it would seem, when she was telling him she disliked him intensely...
His humour faded as quickly as it had appeared. ‘Neither do I,’ he bit out coolly. ‘But as you’ve agreed not to talk to Rafe until he returns from his honeymoon, I feel it best if you, and obviously the twins, stay here.’
‘With you.’
‘With me,’ he confirmed evenly.
Warmth coloured her cheeks. ‘That’s hardly appropriate.’
Michael eyed her curiously, noting that telling colour in her cheeks, and the way her gaze refused to quite meet his. ‘I wasn’t suggesting that the two of us should share a bedroom, Eva, just the apartment,’ he finally murmured slowly.
She looked even more flustered. ‘I didn’t think for a moment— It hadn’t even occurred to me— You’re being ridiculous!’ she accused agitatedly.
The deepening blush in Eva’s cheeks as he looked up at her was in complete contradiction to her claim of not having thought that for a moment...
‘Am I?’ Michael mused as he rose slowly to his feet, a hard smile of satisfaction curving his lips as he saw the way Eva instantly took a step back. Confirmation of her nervousness of being too close to him?
‘Of course you are,’ she snapped irritably.
‘Why is that?’ Michael knew that most women wouldn’t hesitate to take every advantage of their present situation.
Eva frowned her impatience. ‘For one thing we don’t even know each other—’
‘And what we do know we dislike?’ he suggested helpfully.
‘I think the fact that you suspect me of being some sort of gold-digger, looking to fleece your brother out of his millions, and have treated me accordingly, speaks for itself!’
‘You’ve openly admitted you want Rafe to give you money.’
‘For the twins, not me!’ she came back defensively.
If Michael was completely honest he was no longer so certain of Eva’s motives, knowing it was his own past experience with Emma that had caused him to jump to that conclusion originally.
Admittedly he could see no similarity to Rafe in either of the
Michael eyed her mockingly. ‘Isn’t it a little early in our acquaintance for you to have decided you dislike me as strongly as that?”
‘Oh, I assure you, a little of your company goes a long, long way!’ she snapped. The less she had to do with Michael D’Angelo in future, the better she would like it.
And not because she disliked him, intensely or otherwise...
Eva hadn’t shared an apartment with anyone since her university days, and the thought of staying in this apartment now, night as well as day, with a man as physically charismatic as Michael D’Angelo, even with the twins as chaperones, made her feel decidedly uncomfortable.
Not that Eva thought for one moment that Michael would ever return that physical attraction; she just didn’t think it was a good idea for her to be alone with him here. If nothing else, she stood a good chance of making a fool of herself if he should ever realise her attraction to him!
Nor did she completely understand the reason for him insisting that she and the twins stay here with him...
‘I have absolutely no idea why you’re smiling,’ she bit out irritably, annoyed with herself as much as with Michael. For having noticed that he looked even more dangerously male when he smiled. Those black eyes became the colour of warm chocolate when he smiled instead of that cold black, and they were edged with laughter lines. Those same laughter lines beside curved and parted lips, showing very white and even teeth, and all revealing Michael D’Angelo for exactly what he was: a predatory male in his prime!
Michael didn’t understand why he was smiling either. Laughter wasn’t a predominant part of his nature at the best of times, and even more rarely when in the company of a beautiful woman. But Eva, with her apparent lack of a verbal filter, seemed to have found the ability to amuse him.
Even, it would seem, when she was telling him she disliked him intensely...
His humour faded as quickly as it had appeared. ‘Neither do I,’ he bit out coolly. ‘But as you’ve agreed not to talk to Rafe until he returns from his honeymoon, I feel it best if you, and obviously the twins, stay here.’
‘With you.’
‘With me,’ he confirmed evenly.
Warmth coloured her cheeks. ‘That’s hardly appropriate.’
Michael eyed her curiously, noting that telling colour in her cheeks, and the way her gaze refused to quite meet his. ‘I wasn’t suggesting that the two of us should share a bedroom, Eva, just the apartment,’ he finally murmured slowly.
She looked even more flustered. ‘I didn’t think for a moment— It hadn’t even occurred to me— You’re being ridiculous!’ she accused agitatedly.
The deepening blush in Eva’s cheeks as he looked up at her was in complete contradiction to her claim of not having thought that for a moment...
‘Am I?’ Michael mused as he rose slowly to his feet, a hard smile of satisfaction curving his lips as he saw the way Eva instantly took a step back. Confirmation of her nervousness of being too close to him?
‘Of course you are,’ she snapped irritably.
‘Why is that?’ Michael knew that most women wouldn’t hesitate to take every advantage of their present situation.
Eva frowned her impatience. ‘For one thing we don’t even know each other—’
‘And what we do know we dislike?’ he suggested helpfully.
‘I think the fact that you suspect me of being some sort of gold-digger, looking to fleece your brother out of his millions, and have treated me accordingly, speaks for itself!’
‘You’ve openly admitted you want Rafe to give you money.’
‘For the twins, not me!’ she came back defensively.
If Michael was completely honest he was no longer so certain of Eva’s motives, knowing it was his own past experience with Emma that had caused him to jump to that conclusion originally.
Admittedly he could see no similarity to Rafe in either of the
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