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face and her own clothes.
Her clothes were in the other room. âIâm not coming out while youâre there.â
She heard him snap out an expletive before he finally said, âFine. I have to go to meet them now; stay there if you want to.â
And, after a few moments, she heard the door open and then close. Beth listened, unable to believe it had been that easyâ¦before she cautiously opened the bathroom door.
Other than the racks of designer garments and rows of shoes that the hit team from the exclusive department store had left behind, the room was empty. With a sigh of relief, she ran over to the bed to retrieve her own clothes.
Only they were not where she had left them. Instead, there was a crumpled shirt and tie that she would have sworn had not been there before.
âWhere on earth?â she mumbled, pulling aside the quilt to look beneath it.
âLooking for these?â
With a startled gasp, Beth swung around, straightening up just as a tall figure re-entered the room. He was holding the neat stack of her clothes, which he dropped on the floor before beginning to casually button the shirt that hung open to his waist, revealing the ridged muscles of his flat belly and a teasing glimpse of the light dusting of body hair on his golden chest.
Bethâs eyes made an unscheduled journey from his face to his waist as a silent shiver that began low in her pelvis rippled outwards until her entire body was involved.
She took a deep breath and dragged her eyes upwards. So Theo Kyriakis was in pretty good shapeâthis was not exactly news.
Actually, pretty good might, she conceded, be the under-statement of the century. He had the sort of body fantasies were made of, though not, obviously, her own.
Theo had been annoyed his plan had gone pear-shaped but prepared to cut her some slack. It wasnât her fault that things hadnât worked and he was actually reasonably philosophical about the failure.
But he had been surprised. Theo considered himself a pretty good judge of such things and he had been sure that Elizabeth Farley would scrub up pretty well; of course he hadnât been expecting miracles or a wow, stop-in-your-tracks moment.
His expectations had been much more realistic, but he had genuinely thought that getting her out of those drab clothes would be a vast improvement and a bit of gloss to draw attention to those lush, seductive lips would make any man forget her less than classical features.
An image of that mouth was drifting through his mind as she whipped around to face him, her newly styled hair fanning out like a silky cloud around her face before settling in silky waves down her back.
Theo got the wow moment he had not been anticipatingâit hit him like a fist connecting with his solar plexus.
A husky expletive slipped unnoticed from his lips as he drew a deep breath; he had no more control over his body than an adolescent in the first grip of lust as he stood there, nailed to the spot, and stared.
He had, admittedly, thought she had potential but not this! Who knew that under the frumpy suits and high-buttoned collars was a body that any woman would trade her entire collection of designer handbags for, and any manâ¦he shook his head slightly and exhaled the air that had been trapped in his lungs in one long sigh and thoughtâ¦any man, including his brother, would want to possess.
The mystery was why any woman would hide a body like that.
And, despite his misgivings, the black had not turned out to be a mistake, he conceded, sending up a silent apology to the stylists who, it turned out, did know their job. The stark column of black brought out the opalescent sheen of her pale creamy skin and the loose, low cowl neckline of the dress revealed the beauty of her lovely neck and shoulders while offering tantalising little glimpses of her small high breasts when she moved.
âYou said youâd go,â Beth accused, directing a bitter look at
Her clothes were in the other room. âIâm not coming out while youâre there.â
She heard him snap out an expletive before he finally said, âFine. I have to go to meet them now; stay there if you want to.â
And, after a few moments, she heard the door open and then close. Beth listened, unable to believe it had been that easyâ¦before she cautiously opened the bathroom door.
Other than the racks of designer garments and rows of shoes that the hit team from the exclusive department store had left behind, the room was empty. With a sigh of relief, she ran over to the bed to retrieve her own clothes.
Only they were not where she had left them. Instead, there was a crumpled shirt and tie that she would have sworn had not been there before.
âWhere on earth?â she mumbled, pulling aside the quilt to look beneath it.
âLooking for these?â
With a startled gasp, Beth swung around, straightening up just as a tall figure re-entered the room. He was holding the neat stack of her clothes, which he dropped on the floor before beginning to casually button the shirt that hung open to his waist, revealing the ridged muscles of his flat belly and a teasing glimpse of the light dusting of body hair on his golden chest.
Bethâs eyes made an unscheduled journey from his face to his waist as a silent shiver that began low in her pelvis rippled outwards until her entire body was involved.
She took a deep breath and dragged her eyes upwards. So Theo Kyriakis was in pretty good shapeâthis was not exactly news.
Actually, pretty good might, she conceded, be the under-statement of the century. He had the sort of body fantasies were made of, though not, obviously, her own.
Theo had been annoyed his plan had gone pear-shaped but prepared to cut her some slack. It wasnât her fault that things hadnât worked and he was actually reasonably philosophical about the failure.
But he had been surprised. Theo considered himself a pretty good judge of such things and he had been sure that Elizabeth Farley would scrub up pretty well; of course he hadnât been expecting miracles or a wow, stop-in-your-tracks moment.
His expectations had been much more realistic, but he had genuinely thought that getting her out of those drab clothes would be a vast improvement and a bit of gloss to draw attention to those lush, seductive lips would make any man forget her less than classical features.
An image of that mouth was drifting through his mind as she whipped around to face him, her newly styled hair fanning out like a silky cloud around her face before settling in silky waves down her back.
Theo got the wow moment he had not been anticipatingâit hit him like a fist connecting with his solar plexus.
A husky expletive slipped unnoticed from his lips as he drew a deep breath; he had no more control over his body than an adolescent in the first grip of lust as he stood there, nailed to the spot, and stared.
He had, admittedly, thought she had potential but not this! Who knew that under the frumpy suits and high-buttoned collars was a body that any woman would trade her entire collection of designer handbags for, and any manâ¦he shook his head slightly and exhaled the air that had been trapped in his lungs in one long sigh and thoughtâ¦any man, including his brother, would want to possess.
The mystery was why any woman would hide a body like that.
And, despite his misgivings, the black had not turned out to be a mistake, he conceded, sending up a silent apology to the stylists who, it turned out, did know their job. The stark column of black brought out the opalescent sheen of her pale creamy skin and the loose, low cowl neckline of the dress revealed the beauty of her lovely neck and shoulders while offering tantalising little glimpses of her small high breasts when she moved.
âYou said youâd go,â Beth accused, directing a bitter look at
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