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bra from the floor and swung it around on his finger.
‘Give that here,’ she snapped, grabbing for it.
Adam took a step back, holding the scrap of peach satin just out of her reach. ‘Please.’
‘Go to hell!’
‘So unladylike,’ he murmured regretfully.
‘What do you think…?’ she began furiously as he sat down on the side of her bed.
The cheek of the man! She stifled a flurry of alarm as the bed creaked under his weight. Her bed and his weight linked themselves in her subconscious and gave birth to a whole series of connected images that she fiercely hoped weren’t reflected in her expression. Beads of perspiration broke out over her upper lip and she dabbed them gently with the tip of her tongue.
‘Tell me about Simon,’ Adam said abruptly, annoyed to find his attention riveted to the pink tip of her tongue. He couldn’t explain the animosity he felt towards this faceless person. This young woman’s lovers were nothing to him.
‘There’s nothing to tell,’ she said coldly. ‘Lurid’ hardly described the pictures in her head!60
‘Sure,’ he drawled, his face harshly sceptical. ‘You should have seen your face back there.’ His expression grew sourly cynical. ‘Did he dump you? Or don’t you have staying power?’
‘For your information Simon and I were just…’
‘Good friends?’ he completed for her with a sneer. ‘No one looks like that hearing a “good friend” is back in the country. If you gave off the same signals back then as you do now he must have been extraordinarily dense if that is true.’
‘Simon is not dense!’ she responded, angry at his disparaging air.
The thin smile was sly and calculating. ‘Just available,’ he observed silkily, watching her from beneath his heavy eyelids.
Lashes as long and thick as her own cast a faint shadow across the curve of his cheekbones. He gained little comfort from her guilty flush at this jibe. Why the hell couldn’t he leave well alone and keep away from Anna Lacey? he asked himself angrily. He had no right to be thinking about her. Let her make it up with her old flame.
Anna watched Adam as he looked, grim-faced, around her feminine room with its clutter, some of it left over from her teens. She felt as if signs of her immaturity were all around them. How was he squaring his opinion of her with the teddy bear minus an ear? She could suddenly sympathise with people who suffered from claustrophobia. Having Adam in the confines of her bedroom was making her feel trapped and panicky.
‘I’m sorry if he’s having marital difficulties, but I’m sure they’ll be resolved.’
I’m not the sort of person who’d want happiness from others’ misery, she thought, resenting his implication. Unless that misery is Adam Deacon’s, a nasty, spiteful voice in her head added. One minute she felt fiercelyprotective of him, the next she felt spitefully vicious. It left her in a constant state of confusion.
When Adam ran a finger along the delicate arch of her foot she bit back a yelp and retracted it. ‘How selfless of you.’
‘I don’t know where you get off questioning me about my affairs,’ she said, glaring at him furiously.
‘I thought we were talking pure friendship, untainted by the spectre of sex, here.’
‘Don’t be childish!’
‘That would never do, would it?’ he mocked, picking up a threadbare rag doll from the foot of the bed. ‘I’m only returning the compliment, you know—you were so very interested in my personal life, it only seems polite to show some interest in yours. I have to admit I thought you’d be silk sheets and see-through lingerie, not patchwork and winceyette.’ He gave a low chuckle.
‘It’s cotton,’ she retorted, her pride stung by his amusement. As much as it angered her to be thought of as some oversexed vamp she found she preferred it to being stigmatised as a frump.
Taking the comment as an invitation, he reached out and pulled the tie on her dressing gown, and
‘Give that here,’ she snapped, grabbing for it.
Adam took a step back, holding the scrap of peach satin just out of her reach. ‘Please.’
‘Go to hell!’
‘So unladylike,’ he murmured regretfully.
‘What do you think…?’ she began furiously as he sat down on the side of her bed.
The cheek of the man! She stifled a flurry of alarm as the bed creaked under his weight. Her bed and his weight linked themselves in her subconscious and gave birth to a whole series of connected images that she fiercely hoped weren’t reflected in her expression. Beads of perspiration broke out over her upper lip and she dabbed them gently with the tip of her tongue.
‘Tell me about Simon,’ Adam said abruptly, annoyed to find his attention riveted to the pink tip of her tongue. He couldn’t explain the animosity he felt towards this faceless person. This young woman’s lovers were nothing to him.
‘There’s nothing to tell,’ she said coldly. ‘Lurid’ hardly described the pictures in her head!60
‘Sure,’ he drawled, his face harshly sceptical. ‘You should have seen your face back there.’ His expression grew sourly cynical. ‘Did he dump you? Or don’t you have staying power?’
‘For your information Simon and I were just…’
‘Good friends?’ he completed for her with a sneer. ‘No one looks like that hearing a “good friend” is back in the country. If you gave off the same signals back then as you do now he must have been extraordinarily dense if that is true.’
‘Simon is not dense!’ she responded, angry at his disparaging air.
The thin smile was sly and calculating. ‘Just available,’ he observed silkily, watching her from beneath his heavy eyelids.
Lashes as long and thick as her own cast a faint shadow across the curve of his cheekbones. He gained little comfort from her guilty flush at this jibe. Why the hell couldn’t he leave well alone and keep away from Anna Lacey? he asked himself angrily. He had no right to be thinking about her. Let her make it up with her old flame.
Anna watched Adam as he looked, grim-faced, around her feminine room with its clutter, some of it left over from her teens. She felt as if signs of her immaturity were all around them. How was he squaring his opinion of her with the teddy bear minus an ear? She could suddenly sympathise with people who suffered from claustrophobia. Having Adam in the confines of her bedroom was making her feel trapped and panicky.
‘I’m sorry if he’s having marital difficulties, but I’m sure they’ll be resolved.’
I’m not the sort of person who’d want happiness from others’ misery, she thought, resenting his implication. Unless that misery is Adam Deacon’s, a nasty, spiteful voice in her head added. One minute she felt fiercelyprotective of him, the next she felt spitefully vicious. It left her in a constant state of confusion.
When Adam ran a finger along the delicate arch of her foot she bit back a yelp and retracted it. ‘How selfless of you.’
‘I don’t know where you get off questioning me about my affairs,’ she said, glaring at him furiously.
‘I thought we were talking pure friendship, untainted by the spectre of sex, here.’
‘Don’t be childish!’
‘That would never do, would it?’ he mocked, picking up a threadbare rag doll from the foot of the bed. ‘I’m only returning the compliment, you know—you were so very interested in my personal life, it only seems polite to show some interest in yours. I have to admit I thought you’d be silk sheets and see-through lingerie, not patchwork and winceyette.’ He gave a low chuckle.
‘It’s cotton,’ she retorted, her pride stung by his amusement. As much as it angered her to be thought of as some oversexed vamp she found she preferred it to being stigmatised as a frump.
Taking the comment as an invitation, he reached out and pulled the tie on her dressing gown, and
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