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mesmerising touch. She liked him. She really, really liked him. And she wanted…but she couldn’t let herself want that.
‘Right!’ she managed to mutter.
For a long, long, moment he said nothing. Her toes curled with tension. Her mind whirled with dangerous possibilities. What if he stepped forward and kissed her? What would she feel? The terrible part was she didn’t want to resist if he did make the move and that could land her in all sorts of trouble.
‘Right!’ he finally repeated, and with a quickly sucked-in breath added, ‘Let’s get to the list.’
Daisy sucked in quite a few quick breaths herself as she followed him into the kitchen, sensibly walking around to the other side of the island bench to put it between them. She was still shaking inside from that moment of aching vulnerability and was intensely grateful to have the list to look at as Ethan went through it with her, explaining what he intended to do with everything. The wives of three of the men would also be coming, he informed her, so there would be twelve people to feed, including herself and Ethan.
‘Just add anything you think would be good,’ he said,pulling a wad of notes from his wallet. ‘This should cover everything.’
She frowned at the amount of money he was trusting her with. ‘I’ll bring home the dockets and give you the change tomorrow.’
His mouth quirked in amusement. ‘I’m sure you’ll account for every cent.’
‘It’s what I’m used to doing,’ she shot at him with a touch of belligerence, needing to emphasise the difference between them for her own sake. He could afford to splash money around as much as he liked whereas she…she started to wonder if he would use leftovers or let her take them home at the end of the day.
He immediately changed the subject. ‘Do you play tennis, Daisy?’
‘Yes,’ popped out of her mouth before she thought where that question might be leading.
‘Good!’ His smile smacked of wicked satisfaction. ‘Bring your tennis gear with you. And your swimming costume. I’ve already spoken to the men about trying out the pool and having a game of tennis. Should be a fun afternoon.’
Fun?
It might be for him, but it wouldn’t be for her.
Her mind boggled at the thought of seeing Ethan Cartwright in nothing but a swimming costume. It was bad enough being trapped into spending a whole day in proximity with this treacherously attractive man. She could only hope he wore surfboard shorts.
‘Have to leave now,’ he ran on, tapping the list. ‘Are you okay with this?’
‘Yes. Have a good day!’ she rattled out, relieved that she was not going to be mentally and physically buffetedby his presence any longer. At least, not today. Tomorrow was looming as an exercise of intense discipline over her mind and body with him around all the time.
Tomorrow…it was like a song of glorious promise in Ethan’s mind as he drove towards the city centre. There’d been a moment this morning when he’d almost given in to the temptation to kiss her until she melted against him, the heat in her cheeks coursing through both of them in a firestorm of desire. He’d imagined sweeping her up in his arms, carrying her up the staircase to his bed, ravishing her until she gave up everything she was to him.
Only the constraints of time had stopped him. He had an important business meeting this morning. But tomorrow he’d manipulate a situation where she couldn’t deny the strong connection that had unmistakably pulsed between them in the hallway. One way or another he was going to persuade Daisy Donahue to surrender to it with all the intensity of passion he’d felt vibrating from her since the moment they’d met.
CHAPTER SIX
W HEN Ethan opened the door to Daisy on Friday morning, he was wearing black shorts, a black sports shirt with white trim around the collar, black-and-white tennis shoes with black socks. The athletic style of the man in these clothes instantly raised his sex appeal
‘Right!’ she managed to mutter.
For a long, long, moment he said nothing. Her toes curled with tension. Her mind whirled with dangerous possibilities. What if he stepped forward and kissed her? What would she feel? The terrible part was she didn’t want to resist if he did make the move and that could land her in all sorts of trouble.
‘Right!’ he finally repeated, and with a quickly sucked-in breath added, ‘Let’s get to the list.’
Daisy sucked in quite a few quick breaths herself as she followed him into the kitchen, sensibly walking around to the other side of the island bench to put it between them. She was still shaking inside from that moment of aching vulnerability and was intensely grateful to have the list to look at as Ethan went through it with her, explaining what he intended to do with everything. The wives of three of the men would also be coming, he informed her, so there would be twelve people to feed, including herself and Ethan.
‘Just add anything you think would be good,’ he said,pulling a wad of notes from his wallet. ‘This should cover everything.’
She frowned at the amount of money he was trusting her with. ‘I’ll bring home the dockets and give you the change tomorrow.’
His mouth quirked in amusement. ‘I’m sure you’ll account for every cent.’
‘It’s what I’m used to doing,’ she shot at him with a touch of belligerence, needing to emphasise the difference between them for her own sake. He could afford to splash money around as much as he liked whereas she…she started to wonder if he would use leftovers or let her take them home at the end of the day.
He immediately changed the subject. ‘Do you play tennis, Daisy?’
‘Yes,’ popped out of her mouth before she thought where that question might be leading.
‘Good!’ His smile smacked of wicked satisfaction. ‘Bring your tennis gear with you. And your swimming costume. I’ve already spoken to the men about trying out the pool and having a game of tennis. Should be a fun afternoon.’
Fun?
It might be for him, but it wouldn’t be for her.
Her mind boggled at the thought of seeing Ethan Cartwright in nothing but a swimming costume. It was bad enough being trapped into spending a whole day in proximity with this treacherously attractive man. She could only hope he wore surfboard shorts.
‘Have to leave now,’ he ran on, tapping the list. ‘Are you okay with this?’
‘Yes. Have a good day!’ she rattled out, relieved that she was not going to be mentally and physically buffetedby his presence any longer. At least, not today. Tomorrow was looming as an exercise of intense discipline over her mind and body with him around all the time.
Tomorrow…it was like a song of glorious promise in Ethan’s mind as he drove towards the city centre. There’d been a moment this morning when he’d almost given in to the temptation to kiss her until she melted against him, the heat in her cheeks coursing through both of them in a firestorm of desire. He’d imagined sweeping her up in his arms, carrying her up the staircase to his bed, ravishing her until she gave up everything she was to him.
Only the constraints of time had stopped him. He had an important business meeting this morning. But tomorrow he’d manipulate a situation where she couldn’t deny the strong connection that had unmistakably pulsed between them in the hallway. One way or another he was going to persuade Daisy Donahue to surrender to it with all the intensity of passion he’d felt vibrating from her since the moment they’d met.
CHAPTER SIX
W HEN Ethan opened the door to Daisy on Friday morning, he was wearing black shorts, a black sports shirt with white trim around the collar, black-and-white tennis shoes with black socks. The athletic style of the man in these clothes instantly raised his sex appeal
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