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âThese things are lethal,â she complained.
âBut very sexy.â His lashes lifted and the glitter she saw reflected in the platinum depths of his eyes made her heart thud.
Flushing, Megan lowered her gaze and let the skirt she was holding, gathered bunched in her hand, fall with a damp, silken slither to the ground.
âIâm not prepared to cripple myself in the pursuit of wolf-whistles⦠normally ,â she added drily.
Megan had no self-esteem issue, she knew that some men found her attractive, but even while she had been carefully selecting her outfit earlier she had been aware that, no matter what she wore, it wasnât going to make her look drop-dead gorgeous. It was a fact of life that men who looked like Luc were not generally seen with women who looked the way she did, so tonight she had made an effort.
âI havenât inherited my motherâs fashion sense or, for that matter, her figure.â Forgetting for a split second whom she was talking to, she pressed her hands flat to her nicely formed but not impressive bosom.
Lucâs eyes followed her gesture and his lips twitched. There was no hint of apology in her gesture, just the merest suggestion of wistfulness. âYou look fine to me.â
The notion that he might have thought she had been fishing for compliments brought a deep flush to her fair skin and a look of horror to her face.
âI can do without your approval.â Do without, but wouldnât it be nice to have itâ¦? Meganâs glance dropped as the thought surfaced unbidden to her mind.
His heavy sighâa mixture of resignation and irritation, brought her head up.
Eyes holding hers, he set his shoulders against the wall behind him. With his weight braced on one leg, he crossed one ankle over the other. The man, she admitted, could slouch like nobody else she had ever met.
âDo you actually want this thing to work?â
The question startled her out of her contemplation of his effortlessly elegant body language. âOf course I want this to work. Why wouldnât I?â
His lips formed a twisted smile as he scanned her face. âGood question. Well, if you do want a result itâs going to require a bit of effort.â
Effort? Did he have any idea how much effort she was making? âWhat do you mean âeffortâ?â
âWell, for starters youâre going to have to put some work in on the adoring love slave frontâ¦â
The awful Brian had expected if not demanded his bride-to-beâs uncritical adoration as his due, and he had received it. That was, until Megan had woken up to the fact that he was an inadequate creep, and furthermore she didnât love him. Megan fixed Luc with a glare and tossed her head, a disdainful sneer twisting her lips.
âWhatâs wrong with your face?â he asked, watching her rub the left side of her face. His eyes narrowed; it wasnât the first time he had noticed her doing that. The first time had beenâ¦whenâ¦?
Meganâs hand fell self-consciously away. She tried to turn but her foot held her fast. âDamnâ¦damn,â she cursed.
âDid he hit you?â
An expression of total shock chased across her pale features as she focused on his face. His expression was blank.
It wasnât the reminder of that contemptuous backhander that Brian had delivered when she had explained that she would not be giving up her job or marrying him that brought the look of dismay to her face, but this manâs startling perception. It was almost as if he could read her mind at times.
âPardonâ¦?â she faltered.
âYou heard me,â he intoned grimly.
âOnce,â she admitted, because one look at his face revealed he wasnât going to let this one go.
Brian had said it wouldnât happen again, but Megan had seen the mask slip and had recognised his tearful apology for the lie it had been. In a weird way it had been
âBut very sexy.â His lashes lifted and the glitter she saw reflected in the platinum depths of his eyes made her heart thud.
Flushing, Megan lowered her gaze and let the skirt she was holding, gathered bunched in her hand, fall with a damp, silken slither to the ground.
âIâm not prepared to cripple myself in the pursuit of wolf-whistles⦠normally ,â she added drily.
Megan had no self-esteem issue, she knew that some men found her attractive, but even while she had been carefully selecting her outfit earlier she had been aware that, no matter what she wore, it wasnât going to make her look drop-dead gorgeous. It was a fact of life that men who looked like Luc were not generally seen with women who looked the way she did, so tonight she had made an effort.
âI havenât inherited my motherâs fashion sense or, for that matter, her figure.â Forgetting for a split second whom she was talking to, she pressed her hands flat to her nicely formed but not impressive bosom.
Lucâs eyes followed her gesture and his lips twitched. There was no hint of apology in her gesture, just the merest suggestion of wistfulness. âYou look fine to me.â
The notion that he might have thought she had been fishing for compliments brought a deep flush to her fair skin and a look of horror to her face.
âI can do without your approval.â Do without, but wouldnât it be nice to have itâ¦? Meganâs glance dropped as the thought surfaced unbidden to her mind.
His heavy sighâa mixture of resignation and irritation, brought her head up.
Eyes holding hers, he set his shoulders against the wall behind him. With his weight braced on one leg, he crossed one ankle over the other. The man, she admitted, could slouch like nobody else she had ever met.
âDo you actually want this thing to work?â
The question startled her out of her contemplation of his effortlessly elegant body language. âOf course I want this to work. Why wouldnât I?â
His lips formed a twisted smile as he scanned her face. âGood question. Well, if you do want a result itâs going to require a bit of effort.â
Effort? Did he have any idea how much effort she was making? âWhat do you mean âeffortâ?â
âWell, for starters youâre going to have to put some work in on the adoring love slave frontâ¦â
The awful Brian had expected if not demanded his bride-to-beâs uncritical adoration as his due, and he had received it. That was, until Megan had woken up to the fact that he was an inadequate creep, and furthermore she didnât love him. Megan fixed Luc with a glare and tossed her head, a disdainful sneer twisting her lips.
âWhatâs wrong with your face?â he asked, watching her rub the left side of her face. His eyes narrowed; it wasnât the first time he had noticed her doing that. The first time had beenâ¦whenâ¦?
Meganâs hand fell self-consciously away. She tried to turn but her foot held her fast. âDamnâ¦damn,â she cursed.
âDid he hit you?â
An expression of total shock chased across her pale features as she focused on his face. His expression was blank.
It wasnât the reminder of that contemptuous backhander that Brian had delivered when she had explained that she would not be giving up her job or marrying him that brought the look of dismay to her face, but this manâs startling perception. It was almost as if he could read her mind at times.
âPardonâ¦?â she faltered.
âYou heard me,â he intoned grimly.
âOnce,â she admitted, because one look at his face revealed he wasnât going to let this one go.
Brian had said it wouldnât happen again, but Megan had seen the mask slip and had recognised his tearful apology for the lie it had been. In a weird way it had been
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