caramel skin. Her dark hair curled
around her shoulders and framed a face that most likely mesmerized every man
she met.
Except him.
She didn’t have hair that fell down her back in a waterfall
of dark silk. Her eyes, while a very pretty hazel, didn’t possess the striking
tilt of the outer corners. Nor were they the beautiful, mysterious brown that
could gleam with passion or blaze with anger. Cindy’s petite slenderness
couldn’t compare to the statuesque, curvy body that seemed built for
fucking…for loving.
No. Cindy, with her traditional loveliness, didn’t hold a
torch—fuck, a candle—to her older sister.
“Can I come in?” she asked, flashing the dimples in her
cheeks.
“Of course.” Darius shifted back and allowed enough room for
her to enter the hotel suite. Her gaze dropped and flicked over his bare chest
and the black pants he’d dragged on but had left unbuttoned. Hell, he’d
intended to wear them only long enough to make coffee. Spending the morning
making love to Rowyn didn’t require clothes.
“I woke you,” she apologized, stepping past him. “I wanted
to catch you before you started your day.”
“No, it’s fine,” Darius said. As long as we get this over
with quickly. “What can I do for you?”
Cindy wheeled around on her dainty heels, her smile
widening. “I’d like to invite you to breakfast and then show you our beautiful
city.”
The irony over how her ploy mirrored the one he’d sprung on
Rowyn the day before amused him. At least he’d brought coffee, while Cindy had
shown up empty-handed.
“That’s very considerate of you, but actually, I toured Boston
yesterday.” He slid his hands into the front pockets of his pants. “And you’re
right. Your city is beautiful.”
“Oh.” She pouted and he had a hard time determining if her
disappointment was genuine. “Well the offer for breakfast is still open. I would
love to treat you to a hot meal and spend time getting to know you before you
leave.” She moved closer to him, lowering her lids as she raised a hand and
laid her fingers on his chest. “We won’t have an opportunity to be alone at
Daddy’s party tonight.” She lifted her lashes and traced a small pattern over
his skin. “I really would like that…quality time with you.”
Well shit. Wasn’t this just…awkward.
“Cindy,” he said and moved backward. Her arm fell to her
side and a faintly puzzled frown creased her brow as if she couldn’t comprehend
his lack of response to her touch. “I appreciate the offer. I do. But I have to
decline. Thank you, though.”
“I don’t underst—” She narrowed her gaze on the table beside
him. The table where he’d placed the two coffee mugs before answering the door.
A moment of silence passed as her scrutiny skipped over the couch
and—dammit—landed on the discarded clothes draped across the sofa arm.
Fuck.
Her hazel eyes returned to him. He braced himself for
indignation and was taken aback by the delight that twinkled in her eyes. She
smiled and an inexplicable sense of foreboding fluttered in his stomach.
“It seems I do understand after all,” she murmured. “Rain
check on the breakfast? Maybe the next time you’re in town?”
Darius nodded, still confused by her reaction, but the man
in him who cringed at the thought of female hysterics was grateful. “Count on
it.”
“I’ll see you tonight, then.” She turned and, with a wiggle
of her fingers, waved good-bye and left the suite.
Darius remained rooted next to the couch. He stared at the
spot where Cindy had stood, bemused. And he’d considered Rowyn an enigma.
Apparently her stepsister shared the trait. With a shrug, he picked up the
still-warm cups and headed toward the bedroom. And the woman sleeping there.
And thoughts of waking her up with coffee. Followed by hours of sex, sweat and
tangled sheets.
With the skill a juggler would have envied, he balanced the
two mugs in one hand and twisted the doorknob with the other.
around her shoulders and framed a face that most likely mesmerized every man
she met.
Except him.
She didn’t have hair that fell down her back in a waterfall
of dark silk. Her eyes, while a very pretty hazel, didn’t possess the striking
tilt of the outer corners. Nor were they the beautiful, mysterious brown that
could gleam with passion or blaze with anger. Cindy’s petite slenderness
couldn’t compare to the statuesque, curvy body that seemed built for
fucking…for loving.
No. Cindy, with her traditional loveliness, didn’t hold a
torch—fuck, a candle—to her older sister.
“Can I come in?” she asked, flashing the dimples in her
cheeks.
“Of course.” Darius shifted back and allowed enough room for
her to enter the hotel suite. Her gaze dropped and flicked over his bare chest
and the black pants he’d dragged on but had left unbuttoned. Hell, he’d
intended to wear them only long enough to make coffee. Spending the morning
making love to Rowyn didn’t require clothes.
“I woke you,” she apologized, stepping past him. “I wanted
to catch you before you started your day.”
“No, it’s fine,” Darius said. As long as we get this over
with quickly. “What can I do for you?”
Cindy wheeled around on her dainty heels, her smile
widening. “I’d like to invite you to breakfast and then show you our beautiful
city.”
The irony over how her ploy mirrored the one he’d sprung on
Rowyn the day before amused him. At least he’d brought coffee, while Cindy had
shown up empty-handed.
“That’s very considerate of you, but actually, I toured Boston
yesterday.” He slid his hands into the front pockets of his pants. “And you’re
right. Your city is beautiful.”
“Oh.” She pouted and he had a hard time determining if her
disappointment was genuine. “Well the offer for breakfast is still open. I would
love to treat you to a hot meal and spend time getting to know you before you
leave.” She moved closer to him, lowering her lids as she raised a hand and
laid her fingers on his chest. “We won’t have an opportunity to be alone at
Daddy’s party tonight.” She lifted her lashes and traced a small pattern over
his skin. “I really would like that…quality time with you.”
Well shit. Wasn’t this just…awkward.
“Cindy,” he said and moved backward. Her arm fell to her
side and a faintly puzzled frown creased her brow as if she couldn’t comprehend
his lack of response to her touch. “I appreciate the offer. I do. But I have to
decline. Thank you, though.”
“I don’t underst—” She narrowed her gaze on the table beside
him. The table where he’d placed the two coffee mugs before answering the door.
A moment of silence passed as her scrutiny skipped over the couch
and—dammit—landed on the discarded clothes draped across the sofa arm.
Fuck.
Her hazel eyes returned to him. He braced himself for
indignation and was taken aback by the delight that twinkled in her eyes. She
smiled and an inexplicable sense of foreboding fluttered in his stomach.
“It seems I do understand after all,” she murmured. “Rain
check on the breakfast? Maybe the next time you’re in town?”
Darius nodded, still confused by her reaction, but the man
in him who cringed at the thought of female hysterics was grateful. “Count on
it.”
“I’ll see you tonight, then.” She turned and, with a wiggle
of her fingers, waved good-bye and left the suite.
Darius remained rooted next to the couch. He stared at the
spot where Cindy had stood, bemused. And he’d considered Rowyn an enigma.
Apparently her stepsister shared the trait. With a shrug, he picked up the
still-warm cups and headed toward the bedroom. And the woman sleeping there.
And thoughts of waking her up with coffee. Followed by hours of sex, sweat and
tangled sheets.
With the skill a juggler would have envied, he balanced the
two mugs in one hand and twisted the doorknob with the other.
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