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Authors: Linda Lael Miller, Sherryl Woods, Brenda Novak, Steena Holmes, Melody Anne, Violet Duke, Melissa Foster, Gina L Maxwell, Rosalind James, Molly O'Keefe, Nancy Naigle
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couldn’t keep the laughter from spilling out. Snooty Liam Felton was filled with surprises, and she was really beginning to fall under his spell.
As the song ended, they both turned to find Alexandra, that starchy blue-blood Whitney had met several days ago, standing next to the door with a look of horror on her face.
“What is going on in here?”
“That is none of your concern,” Liam said. He stood up, and ice filled in his eyes as he began tucking his shirt back in.
“Considering that you have kept me waiting, I believe it is my concern,” she snapped, sending a fiery look Whitney’s way.
“You will leave now, Alexandra,” Liam told her in a voice Whitney had never heard him use before. It made her decide right then and there, she never wanted to be on his bad side.
With a final outraged glance sent Whitney’s way, Alexandria turned and swept out of the room, grace in every step she took. Sophisticated women like her never did any stomping.
“I apologize for that,” Liam said to Whitney. “I allowed the time to get away from me,” He left the gigantic ballroom, following Alexandra.
For just a small moment in time Whitney had forgotten that she had decisions to make, forgotten that she shouldn’t flirt with this man — particularly with this man, a man like this — and that she shouldn’t enjoy his company, that it was selfish to feel anything but than concern for her sister’s children.
She couldn’t allow that to happen again, or she might become so lost that she wouldn’t know how to find herself.
Chapter Twelve
“I would like it if you accompanied me on a walk,” Liam said to Whitney.
She jumped and her cheeks colored. What would make her so nervous? His curiosity was piqued.
“What did you say?”
The heightened color that was spreading across her face made him think of things — conceive of them? No; he didn’t want to go there — things he’d much prefer to do.
“What I’d like to do is get out of this house.”
As she quickly closed her book and tucked it beside her in the chair, Liam decided he’d really like to know what had her so hot and bothered. Or at least bothered. Hot wasn’t in his usual vocabulary, but it was starting to show up.
“That sounds pleasant. Let me run upstairs. I’m not dressed for this chilly weather.” She almost scurried from the room.
Liam walked over and picked up her forgotten book. He opened the pages to the one she had marked and began reading. He quickly felt his body tighten at the words on the page and suddenly understood her flushed cheeks.
He closed the book and put it back down. It wouldn’t do him any good to read about sex in some cheesy paperback right before spending time alone with this compelling woman. He already wanted Whitney far too much, even though he knew the situation was impossible.
He couldn’t be with a woman like her, not for long, at least. She was too naïve, too innocent, not to mention the aunt of the children that he and his father had decided were much better off being raised by someone other than her. With them the kids would have unlimited opportunities for advancement. For him to even consider a fling with a woman of her sort was ridiculous. And yet he still found himself wanting her with a passion that bordered on obsession.
He flicked the book away and, after striding purposefully over to the bar, poured himself a shot of scotch. That was better. The burning liquid traveled down his throat and helped to ease the tension in his stomach. At least it softened the longing until Whitney came back into the room.
“Sorry I took so long. I had a hard time finding my boots,” Whitney said as she came to stand beside him.
“You took hardly any time at all,” he told her. If she’d taken any longer, he might have gotten his libido under control, dammit.
“So what is this all about? Is it about the children?” she asked as they stepped through the doors, into the cool afternoon air.
As the song ended, they both turned to find Alexandra, that starchy blue-blood Whitney had met several days ago, standing next to the door with a look of horror on her face.
“What is going on in here?”
“That is none of your concern,” Liam said. He stood up, and ice filled in his eyes as he began tucking his shirt back in.
“Considering that you have kept me waiting, I believe it is my concern,” she snapped, sending a fiery look Whitney’s way.
“You will leave now, Alexandra,” Liam told her in a voice Whitney had never heard him use before. It made her decide right then and there, she never wanted to be on his bad side.
With a final outraged glance sent Whitney’s way, Alexandria turned and swept out of the room, grace in every step she took. Sophisticated women like her never did any stomping.
“I apologize for that,” Liam said to Whitney. “I allowed the time to get away from me,” He left the gigantic ballroom, following Alexandra.
For just a small moment in time Whitney had forgotten that she had decisions to make, forgotten that she shouldn’t flirt with this man — particularly with this man, a man like this — and that she shouldn’t enjoy his company, that it was selfish to feel anything but than concern for her sister’s children.
She couldn’t allow that to happen again, or she might become so lost that she wouldn’t know how to find herself.
Chapter Twelve
“I would like it if you accompanied me on a walk,” Liam said to Whitney.
She jumped and her cheeks colored. What would make her so nervous? His curiosity was piqued.
“What did you say?”
The heightened color that was spreading across her face made him think of things — conceive of them? No; he didn’t want to go there — things he’d much prefer to do.
“What I’d like to do is get out of this house.”
As she quickly closed her book and tucked it beside her in the chair, Liam decided he’d really like to know what had her so hot and bothered. Or at least bothered. Hot wasn’t in his usual vocabulary, but it was starting to show up.
“That sounds pleasant. Let me run upstairs. I’m not dressed for this chilly weather.” She almost scurried from the room.
Liam walked over and picked up her forgotten book. He opened the pages to the one she had marked and began reading. He quickly felt his body tighten at the words on the page and suddenly understood her flushed cheeks.
He closed the book and put it back down. It wouldn’t do him any good to read about sex in some cheesy paperback right before spending time alone with this compelling woman. He already wanted Whitney far too much, even though he knew the situation was impossible.
He couldn’t be with a woman like her, not for long, at least. She was too naïve, too innocent, not to mention the aunt of the children that he and his father had decided were much better off being raised by someone other than her. With them the kids would have unlimited opportunities for advancement. For him to even consider a fling with a woman of her sort was ridiculous. And yet he still found himself wanting her with a passion that bordered on obsession.
He flicked the book away and, after striding purposefully over to the bar, poured himself a shot of scotch. That was better. The burning liquid traveled down his throat and helped to ease the tension in his stomach. At least it softened the longing until Whitney came back into the room.
“Sorry I took so long. I had a hard time finding my boots,” Whitney said as she came to stand beside him.
“You took hardly any time at all,” he told her. If she’d taken any longer, he might have gotten his libido under control, dammit.
“So what is this all about? Is it about the children?” she asked as they stepped through the doors, into the cool afternoon air.
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