The Final Seduction. Sharon Kendrick

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СКАЧАТЬ I see.’ A pulse began to work in his temple. ‘So I see.’ To her surprise, he trailed a finger along her cheek and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then frowned. ‘Since when did you start wearing mascara?’

      She blinked at him, perplexed. ‘But I’m not.’

      ‘You mean your lashes have always been that long?’ he teased. ‘And that dark?’

      She laughed. ‘I think so! Have you only just noticed, Drew?’

      ‘Mmm. Right this very moment.’ He looked terribly thoughtful, and suddenly leaned across and kissed her softly on the lips, in front of the whole pub—and that was that. They became an overnight item. Drew and Shelley. Shelley and Drew. As inseparable as eggs and bacon or peaches and cream.

      Drew worked hard for his money. He took a regular job at the boatyard and any other job which came his way—and plenty did. Craftsmen of his calibre were rare enough but coupled with youthful vigour and dedication—well, it seemed that everyone wanted a piece of him. Once a week he went on day release to college and night-times he studied for higher certificates in construction and building.

      And the only person who seemed to be missing out was his girlfriend…

      ‘Oh, Drew!’ Shelley sighed, one day, when he’d snatched a moment to eat his lunchtime sandwiches with her, sitting side by side on the sea wall. ‘You’re always working!’

      ‘Listen, kitten, the money’s good and it’s money we need if we want any kind of future together.’

      ‘But I never see you any more!’

      ‘You’ll see as much of me as you like once we have a place of our own,’ he promised, and kissed the tips of her fingers, one by one. ‘And guess what?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘The coastguard’s cottage is still on the market!’ He could barely contain his excitement.

      ‘What, that old place?’ Shelley elongated her mouth into a grimace. ‘I’m not surprised! They probably can’t give it away. You’d need to virtually knock it down and start again to make it habitable!’

      ‘But I can do that,’ he shrugged modestly. ‘That’s what I’m training for. That and making you happy.’

      ‘You do,’ she pouted, so that he would kiss her.

      And when he’d kissed her so that she could barely catch her breath he grinned and said, ‘Want to get married?’

      ‘Oh, yes, please!’

      ‘Soon?’

      ‘How soon?’

      ‘Very soon!’ he groaned.

      He even asked her mother’s permission, and Shelley couldn’t ever remember seeing her mother look so happy and relieved. Glad that Shelley would have the emotional security she had always longed for.

      He bought her a tiny diamond ring which twinkled discreetly on her finger when she held it up to the light.

      ‘It’s very small,’ someone remarked nastily.

      ‘No, it’s perfect,’ she disagreed fiercely. ‘And you’re just jealous!’

      They decided that they would get married just as soon as they had saved up enough money to buy the coastguard’s cottage and everything was nearly perfect.

      But they never made love. Not all the way.

      Behind the wooden huts on the windswept beach, their kisses grew wilder, their caresses more frantic—but Drew always calmed things down, made them stop. Shelley felt churned up and bewildered.

      She knew that there had been women on his travels. Nothing he’d said, but little things he’d let slip. Sometimes a letter would arrive from some far-off destination and he would scour the envelope and toss it into the bin unread. Once, she saw a postcard from a woman called Angie, the contents of which were graphic enough to make her feel sick.

      ‘And who the hell is Angie?’ she demanded.

      ‘She was just a girl I knew,’ he answered quietly, ripping the card into tiny little pieces and tossing them into the bin.

      She felt sick with jealousy at the thought of what he might have done with Angie and others like her, and she couldn’t understand his reluctance to do the same with her.

      ‘You’re different,’ he told her softly.

      She was still smarting over Angie’s postcard. ‘You’ll have to come up with something better than that!’

      ‘Okay. Let me put it this way, then. I don’t want you to get pregnant before we’re married. It would totally freak your mother out. Shelley, she made me promise to take care of you—and I gave her my word that I would.’

      ‘There are such things as precautions, Drew. We both know that.’

      ‘And they all have risks. We both know that, too. And I want to do things properly with you. You’re different,’ he said again. ‘I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And the best things in life are always worth waiting for. Trust me.’

      But they argued and Shelley ended up feeling head-achy and out of sorts and the very next day Marco walked into the showroom to buy a car. He had come all the way from Italy looking for a certain model, and they just happened to have the model he wanted in Milmouth…

      Shelley was sitting at her desk, listlessly sorting out some paperwork, when he walked in, looking as if he should be auditioning for the romantic lead in an art film with subtitles.

      His physical impact was outstanding—she couldn’t deny that, not even to herself. That luminous skin, that crisp black hair. His dark eyes flicked over her casually, like a man used to looking at women. And women not minding a bit.

      ‘Well, hel-lo,’ he murmured.

      She was furious with her heart for beating so fast—furious with herself for reacting. She was an engaged woman—she wasn’t supposed to find other men attractive. She put on her most repressive expression. ‘Can I help you?’ she asked him primly.

      ‘Well, that rather depends, doesn’t it?’ He smiled appreciatively and Shelley was dazzled, flattered. She blushed and his smile curved.

      She had never met anyone like him in her life. There was something frighteningly potent about his lazy Latin allure. His was an instinctive sensuality, sweet and seductive as sugar. He was the apple in her Garden of Eden.

      He pointed to a long, low silver model—the most expensive in the showroom. ‘Will you take me for a drive in that, cara?’

      ‘Me?’ Shelley shook her head. ‘Oh, no—I can’t do that. I’ll have to get Geoff for you. I’m afraid I don’t drive.’

      ‘Oh, yes, you do.’ He smiled again. ‘You must drive men crazy all the time—with those aquamarine eyes, set in skin the colour of alabaster.’

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