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sex?”
Her head
disappeared and the window slammed shut.
He checked his
watch. It wasn’t yet ten in the morning. Maybe he’d give her a
couple of hours to calm down first.
At eleven
o’clock on the dot, a canary yellow Lotus pulled up. The
deep-throated purr of twin engines had actually twanged at his
groin, sending him outside onto the porch. He put his back to the
wall and folded his arms. Hot damn, driving a car like that took a
close second to sex.
Then it hit
him. Jack’s mouth hardened as he watched Megan’s date step out. The
man ran a hand through copper-gold curls that hung down to his
shoulders as he turned to lean over the low roof. Flash
bastard.
A door clicked
shut beside him. Megan tripped down the steps, wearing a strappy
sundress with a tight bodice and a floating skirt that ended
mid-thigh.
“Gabriel, hi,”
she called out, her voice full of bubble and sparkle. “I’m ready on
time for a change.”
“I never
complain about waiting on a beautiful woman, Megan.” His thick
Italian accent rolled her name into the sound of an exotic
appetiser.
“Flattery will
get you everywhere.”
Gabriel tipped
his sunglasses up and grinned, teeth a brilliant white against his
dark complexion. “I live in hope.”
Megan’s
laughter rang out, full-bodied and carefree. He hadn’t heard her
laugh that openly since…since… Jack stepped deeper into the shadows
cast by the ornamental balcony above, frowning at the happy
scene.
The sports car
growled to life, tires spinning up loose stones and dirt as it sped
off.
If he really
were as considerate as he’d told Megan, he’d let her go. He’d pack
his bag and be gone before she got back from wherever Lotus man was
taking her.
Except, she
used to laugh that way with him. And it was his body she’d wrapped
those gorgeous legs around last night. His hard-on she’d ground
into with those soft, delicious moans.
I want
you , she’d said. All of you. Jack, please… Didn’t that
count as begging?
Despite her
protests, he knew Megan well enough. She might be thinking of
enjoying sex for the sheer hell of it, but she’d never slip
directly from his arms into another man’s. That wasn’t in her
nature. Besides, it was eleven in the morning. What kind of date
was that anyway?
He marched
inside and grabbed his phone from the hallway table.
She answered
on the third ring. “Jack? Is something wrong?”
So, she’d
finally stored his number. Or memorised it. Either option was
enough to put a smile on his dark mood. “You left without saying
goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” The
line went dead.
He hit the
speed-dial button.
“What now?”
she snapped.
His smile
deepened. “Just letting you know you have my permission to have
fun.”
A snarl came
down the line. She was definitely rolling her eyes.
He ended the
call before she could. Why should Lotus guy get the sparkling,
laughing Megan? Let him see what it was like to be on the wrong
side of that temper.
His smirk held
some satisfaction, but not enough. Jack made his way upstairs,
determined to finish the selection of photos for the portfolio. He
needed a goal to get him through the afternoon. When the
prestigious gallery had called, offering a collaboration to exhibit
his photography alongside the abstract metal sculptures of a
well-known artist who specialised in wildlife forms, their
excitement had rubbed off on him.
Hours later,
he had a respectable pile of possibilities. Mostly digital and a
couple of film prints. The prospect of getting his hands dirty in
developing chemicals thrilled him. While he appreciated the wonders
of technology, nothing beat the magic of watching a photograph
being born beneath his capable hands.
The only thing
he missed about not having a permanent base was not having his own
darkroom. Still, he had access to some first-class old-fashioned
developing studios—friends he’d made in the field along the way—all
he had to do was choose the continent that took his
Her head
disappeared and the window slammed shut.
He checked his
watch. It wasn’t yet ten in the morning. Maybe he’d give her a
couple of hours to calm down first.
At eleven
o’clock on the dot, a canary yellow Lotus pulled up. The
deep-throated purr of twin engines had actually twanged at his
groin, sending him outside onto the porch. He put his back to the
wall and folded his arms. Hot damn, driving a car like that took a
close second to sex.
Then it hit
him. Jack’s mouth hardened as he watched Megan’s date step out. The
man ran a hand through copper-gold curls that hung down to his
shoulders as he turned to lean over the low roof. Flash
bastard.
A door clicked
shut beside him. Megan tripped down the steps, wearing a strappy
sundress with a tight bodice and a floating skirt that ended
mid-thigh.
“Gabriel, hi,”
she called out, her voice full of bubble and sparkle. “I’m ready on
time for a change.”
“I never
complain about waiting on a beautiful woman, Megan.” His thick
Italian accent rolled her name into the sound of an exotic
appetiser.
“Flattery will
get you everywhere.”
Gabriel tipped
his sunglasses up and grinned, teeth a brilliant white against his
dark complexion. “I live in hope.”
Megan’s
laughter rang out, full-bodied and carefree. He hadn’t heard her
laugh that openly since…since… Jack stepped deeper into the shadows
cast by the ornamental balcony above, frowning at the happy
scene.
The sports car
growled to life, tires spinning up loose stones and dirt as it sped
off.
If he really
were as considerate as he’d told Megan, he’d let her go. He’d pack
his bag and be gone before she got back from wherever Lotus man was
taking her.
Except, she
used to laugh that way with him. And it was his body she’d wrapped
those gorgeous legs around last night. His hard-on she’d ground
into with those soft, delicious moans.
I want
you , she’d said. All of you. Jack, please… Didn’t that
count as begging?
Despite her
protests, he knew Megan well enough. She might be thinking of
enjoying sex for the sheer hell of it, but she’d never slip
directly from his arms into another man’s. That wasn’t in her
nature. Besides, it was eleven in the morning. What kind of date
was that anyway?
He marched
inside and grabbed his phone from the hallway table.
She answered
on the third ring. “Jack? Is something wrong?”
So, she’d
finally stored his number. Or memorised it. Either option was
enough to put a smile on his dark mood. “You left without saying
goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” The
line went dead.
He hit the
speed-dial button.
“What now?”
she snapped.
His smile
deepened. “Just letting you know you have my permission to have
fun.”
A snarl came
down the line. She was definitely rolling her eyes.
He ended the
call before she could. Why should Lotus guy get the sparkling,
laughing Megan? Let him see what it was like to be on the wrong
side of that temper.
His smirk held
some satisfaction, but not enough. Jack made his way upstairs,
determined to finish the selection of photos for the portfolio. He
needed a goal to get him through the afternoon. When the
prestigious gallery had called, offering a collaboration to exhibit
his photography alongside the abstract metal sculptures of a
well-known artist who specialised in wildlife forms, their
excitement had rubbed off on him.
Hours later,
he had a respectable pile of possibilities. Mostly digital and a
couple of film prints. The prospect of getting his hands dirty in
developing chemicals thrilled him. While he appreciated the wonders
of technology, nothing beat the magic of watching a photograph
being born beneath his capable hands.
The only thing
he missed about not having a permanent base was not having his own
darkroom. Still, he had access to some first-class old-fashioned
developing studios—friends he’d made in the field along the way—all
he had to do was choose the continent that took his
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