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surroundings of the reception area.
Lukas was right; the decor was expensive but tasteful. The soft browns and light greens accentuated the rustic nature of the homestead. In various corners couches and lounge chairs were set up around small, squat wooden tables, so guests could relax and catch up over coffee. The atmosphere was sophisticated and relaxed all at the same time. Under different circumstances she would’ve quite enjoyed staying at the resort.
Wondering what was taking so long she looked towards the reception, her eyes narrowing as she spied Lukas and the receptionist exchanging words. The attractive younger woman was getting far too friendly for Jasmine’s liking. Jealousy spiked as she saw the woman laying a hand on Lukas’s arm, her scarlet tipped fingers curling into Lukas’s jacket.
Before Jasmine had time to think or control the urge overtaking her, her feet were carrying towards the main desk.
Two can play this game, she thought.
Reaching Lukas’s side, she slipped her arm around his waist.
“Are you almost done, darling?” she then turned her attention towards the receptionist keeping her tone light and, she hoped, jealousy free. “Hello, complements to the management, the ambience that’s been created with your reception area is lovely. I can’t wait to see our villa to see if the décor has been carried through.”
Whether it was the way her body had naturally curved into Lukas’s or she hadn’t managed to suppress the possessiveness in her eyes, the receptionist murmured a welcome before quickly picking up the phone which had started to ring.
Under her hands, the slight tensing of Lukas’s back was the only indication she’d surprised him with her actions. What happened next made her regret her hasty decision. Her lips were captured in a short, quick kiss. Even though the touch was brief, the desire inhis action unmistakeable. As his lips left hers she looked up and was instantly lost in his hot gaze.
“I’m all finished,” he said, showing her the keycard to their villa as proof as he moved away from the reception area. He lowered his voice so his next words were heard only by her. “I, too, can’t wait to start our vacation.”
A rush of hot colour flooded her face and ducking her head, she let her hair fall in a shining, glittering, blond curtain to cover her hot cheeks.
Of all the stupid things she had done in her life, this was the worst. She had no idea why she’d tried to play with Lukas. All it had achieved was giving him the idea she couldn’t wait to get him alone in their room.
“You needn’t have worried, Jasmine. You know, I always only have eyes for you, my wife,” he said mockingly, as if reading her mind.
“I know nothing of the sort. I’m still not even sure we’re married. You didn’t give me a chance to find any proof, now that you finally deigned to show up again.”
She wanted to snatch the words immediately back. She was not an impulsive person but ever since Lukas had come back into her life, impulsive behaviour had become her best friend.
He stopped suddenly and faced her. “Let’s get one thing straight. You are married to me and I will not tolerate any more of your ridiculous assertions we’re not husband and wife. Do you understand?”
Lukas turned away from her without waiting for a reply, heading down the corridor towards a door, which, she could only assume would lead to their outside villa.
She followed, silently seething at the vehemence in his voice. Not for long though. Once they were safely inside the suite, she turned on him.
“Do not speak to me that way, ever again. I’m not here by choice and you know that. I’m here because you threatened me.”
“You keep playing the same record over and over and over. I’m getting tired of it.” Pushing his jacket back, he slipped his hands in his trouser pockets, stretching the fabric firmly across his thighs. “Yes, perhaps the circumstances that brought us here weren’t
Lukas was right; the decor was expensive but tasteful. The soft browns and light greens accentuated the rustic nature of the homestead. In various corners couches and lounge chairs were set up around small, squat wooden tables, so guests could relax and catch up over coffee. The atmosphere was sophisticated and relaxed all at the same time. Under different circumstances she would’ve quite enjoyed staying at the resort.
Wondering what was taking so long she looked towards the reception, her eyes narrowing as she spied Lukas and the receptionist exchanging words. The attractive younger woman was getting far too friendly for Jasmine’s liking. Jealousy spiked as she saw the woman laying a hand on Lukas’s arm, her scarlet tipped fingers curling into Lukas’s jacket.
Before Jasmine had time to think or control the urge overtaking her, her feet were carrying towards the main desk.
Two can play this game, she thought.
Reaching Lukas’s side, she slipped her arm around his waist.
“Are you almost done, darling?” she then turned her attention towards the receptionist keeping her tone light and, she hoped, jealousy free. “Hello, complements to the management, the ambience that’s been created with your reception area is lovely. I can’t wait to see our villa to see if the décor has been carried through.”
Whether it was the way her body had naturally curved into Lukas’s or she hadn’t managed to suppress the possessiveness in her eyes, the receptionist murmured a welcome before quickly picking up the phone which had started to ring.
Under her hands, the slight tensing of Lukas’s back was the only indication she’d surprised him with her actions. What happened next made her regret her hasty decision. Her lips were captured in a short, quick kiss. Even though the touch was brief, the desire inhis action unmistakeable. As his lips left hers she looked up and was instantly lost in his hot gaze.
“I’m all finished,” he said, showing her the keycard to their villa as proof as he moved away from the reception area. He lowered his voice so his next words were heard only by her. “I, too, can’t wait to start our vacation.”
A rush of hot colour flooded her face and ducking her head, she let her hair fall in a shining, glittering, blond curtain to cover her hot cheeks.
Of all the stupid things she had done in her life, this was the worst. She had no idea why she’d tried to play with Lukas. All it had achieved was giving him the idea she couldn’t wait to get him alone in their room.
“You needn’t have worried, Jasmine. You know, I always only have eyes for you, my wife,” he said mockingly, as if reading her mind.
“I know nothing of the sort. I’m still not even sure we’re married. You didn’t give me a chance to find any proof, now that you finally deigned to show up again.”
She wanted to snatch the words immediately back. She was not an impulsive person but ever since Lukas had come back into her life, impulsive behaviour had become her best friend.
He stopped suddenly and faced her. “Let’s get one thing straight. You are married to me and I will not tolerate any more of your ridiculous assertions we’re not husband and wife. Do you understand?”
Lukas turned away from her without waiting for a reply, heading down the corridor towards a door, which, she could only assume would lead to their outside villa.
She followed, silently seething at the vehemence in his voice. Not for long though. Once they were safely inside the suite, she turned on him.
“Do not speak to me that way, ever again. I’m not here by choice and you know that. I’m here because you threatened me.”
“You keep playing the same record over and over and over. I’m getting tired of it.” Pushing his jacket back, he slipped his hands in his trouser pockets, stretching the fabric firmly across his thighs. “Yes, perhaps the circumstances that brought us here weren’t
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