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you're thinking of is yourself. I have
to be sure. I couldn't bear to be hurt again. Now do you understand?'
    'You
mean someone in the past…?'
    'Yes.'
    'Who? What happened?'
    'You have no right to ask me
that question. You don't know me well enough to ask it. I don't ask you about
the women in your past.'
    'That's
different. A man—'
    'No, it damn well isn't! Men
always assume they have the right to know everything about a woman.
    Well, they don't. And you
have no right to assume that I'll go back on my terms just because you want me
to. When I give myself to you it will be when I'm good and ready, and not
before.' Her eyes flashed fire at him as she drew herself up defiantly. 'And if
you can't handle that, then you don't have to stick around!'
    Brett stared, completely
taken aback. For a blinding moment he saw a future when she was no longer a part
of his life, when he didn't spend all his time looking forward to seeing her
again, thinking about her and longing to make love to her, a time of not having
this agonisingly familiar ache for her deep inside.
It was unthinkable. His mind refused to accept it, even to envisage it. 'Don't
say that!' His hands tightened convulsively on her arms. 'Don't ever say that
again.'
    'Then don't try to coerce
me. You must take what I'm willing to give.' She gazed at him intently, waiting
for his answer, his promise.
    Brett gave a long sigh,
then straightened up and relaxed his hold a little. 'You're a strong woman,
Tasha.'
    She
didn't deny it. 'I've learned to be.'
    'Tonight—could we do that
again from time to time? You know—drive me mad with frustration?'
    Her eyes filled with
amusement. 'Drive both of us mad,' she corrected him.
    He
nodded. 'Yeah.'
    Happy again, she slipped
her arms round his neck. 'I think that could be arranged.'
    Touching the end of her
nose with his, Brett said, 'Will I ever understand you?'
    'Perhaps. In time.'
    'Time!'
He said the word on a raw, wry note.
    'We have all the time in the
world,' she pointed out.
    'I just hope I'm not too old by
the time you get round to making up your mind.'
    That made her
laugh. I’ll try to make sure you're not.' She moved her hips
provocatively against his. 'In fact I'll promise that you'll still be very,
very active.'
    For a moment he closed his eyes,
letting desire rise and then die. 'This has never happened to me before,' he
murmured.
    'You mean
you've never met a girl like me before.'
    'You can
say that again,' he said with sincerity.
    Lifting herself on tiptoe, Tasha
kissed him lightly. 'It will be worth it; you know that.'
    She left
him then but rang when she got home.
    'Are you in
bed?'
    'Yes, but somehow I don't think
I'm going to get much sleep tonight.'
    'Why not?'
    'You know why not; my libido has
been seriously damaged. I'm not at all sure it will ever recover.'
    'It will!
It will! What are you wearing?'
    'I don't
wear anything in bed.'
    'Wow! And
do you have silk sheets?'
    'Hey! I'm the one who's supposed
to ask those sort of questions.'
    "This
is a free country. What colour are the sheets?'
    'Come over
and find out.'
    'I bet they're black. I bet you
have black silk sheets.'
    'That's naff.'
    'Right. And you're definitely not naff.'
    'I'm not?'
    'No. You're… But perhaps
I'd better not tell you.'
    'You're too kind to put me
down. Right?'
    'Wrong. I
just don't want to make you so frustrated that you won't be able to sleep for a
week! Goodnight, Brett.'
    He liked the way she'd phoned him,
and the way the conversation had gone. As he lay in bed thinking about her he
decided that he had never met a woman who was so feminine and yet at the same
time so independent as Tasha. She seemed to make her
own rules. He wondered about the man who had hurt her and felt a fit of angry
rage, would have liked to punch his face in. But if she hadn't been hurt would
she have become the fascinating woman that she was now? His mind went back to
the way she'd let him kiss her tonight and he tossed on his pillow frustratedly. God, he'd