Modern Romance July 2019 Books 5-8. Jane Porter
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Название: Modern Romance July 2019 Books 5-8
Автор: Jane Porter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Series Collections
isbn: 9781474096607
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The silence was thick and crackling with energy. Kass lifted her chin, and looked him in the eye, her gaze locking with his. She was so mad at him, he could see it in the quiver of her lip, a lip she punished by biting into it.
“Invite me in,” he said lazily, even though nothing in his body felt lazy. His erection ached in his trousers. His body tensed. He wanted to bury himself in her soft wet heat and make her arch and whimper and shatter.
“Or what?” she flashed. “You’ll reduce my allowance? Take away my privileges?”
When he didn’t answer quickly enough, she added, “And just what are those privileges, my dear husband? What do I get from this marriage besides money? Because there has to be something else I get from this relationship, otherwise what is my incentive to remain? I have money. I don’t need your money. What I need is something I can’t give myself. Have you ever asked yourself that?”
Suddenly the heat in his groin faded, and the warmth he’d been feeling cooled. He no longer felt like smiling. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I married you for companionship and friendship. I married you so I’d have someone to share my life with. I didn’t marry you so you could constantly control me and lecture me and make me feel worthless. My father did that quite nicely and I’ve had enough of being marginalized. I expect better of you. In fact I demand better.”
Ice water seemed to wash through his veins. Damen stiffened. “This is not the way to entice me into your bed, kitten. I do not respond well to demands. Not from anyone.”
“I want you to take me seriously. I want you to respect me the way I respect you.”
“But you don’t sound respectful. You sound like a spoiled, rich woman who thinks she is entitled to whatever she wants.”
Kassiani flinched. “You are calling me entitled?”
He shrugged. “If the shoe fits?”
“It doesn’t!”
“If you say so,” he added with another careless shrug before turning around and walking away from her.
* * *
Kassiani refused to give in to tears. She wasn’t going to cry, not again today or tonight. But her guest room, even though luxurious, felt like a cage and she couldn’t bear feeling trapped so she went down a floor to the living room and dining room and its expansive deck so that she could walk outside on the deck and try to calm down.
Damen had called her entitled. Clearly he—captain of his universe—didn’t know what the word entitled meant.
KASSIANI CHANGED INTO one of her swimsuits and headed upstairs to the pool deck with one of the books she’d brought to Greece with her. They were at sea again and the afternoon was warm, and as she stood at the railing she welcomed the breeze and the panoramic views of shimmering water dotted with distant islands. The Aegean was truly remarkable and she loved how the rich sapphire sea lightened to turquoise and aqua as the yacht approached islands with their shallow bays and inlets.
It was a shame they hadn’t spent more time on Mykonos today.
It was a shame that she and Damen couldn’t get along. She could almost understand why he wanted a contract... He wanted peace. He wanted undemanding companionship. She could respect that. But she didn’t like how he went about it. She didn’t want to be paid to be kind, and pleasant. She was his wife!
After swimming several laps in the pool, Kassiani climbed out and claimed one of the lounge chairs, and tried to read, but her thoughts kept circling back to Damen.
He was such a puzzle. Something had happened to him at some point that had made him mistrustful. Something rather terrible.
She didn’t know what it was, and she wished she didn’t care, but she did. When she and Damen weren’t fighting about power and position, she really enjoyed his company. He was smart and driven and utterly gorgeous, which made him fascinating.
And then as if her thoughts had conjured him, he appeared on the pool deck.
“Is this lounger taken?” he asked, pointing at the chair next to hers.
“I was hoping my husband would claim it, but he’s gone, working.”
“Your husband is working on your honeymoon?”
“Tragic, I know,” she answered lightly. “But he’s brilliant, and really successful, so I try to be understanding.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, and please don’t tell him, because it will only upset him, but I like him.” She smiled wryly. “Do you still want the lounge chair?”
Damen smiled crookedly, and creases fanned from his gray eyes and he looked young and rather boyish. “That was a lot of information. I’m not sure your husband would appreciate you spilling intimate marital secrets to strangers.”
“No, he’d want to tie me up and maybe put some nipple clamps—”
“Kassiani!” Damen choked on smothered laughter, before dropping onto the foot of the lounge chair. “That should not be mentioned outside the bedroom.”
“You have so many rules,” she answered. “It’s hard to keep up. You might want to have one of your secretaries type them all up and put them in a binder or something. That way I’ll have a marital reference manual.”
He laughed again and gave his head a shake. “You are nothing like your sister.”
“Oh, I know. My father couldn’t manage me at all.”
“No, I’m quite sure he couldn’t. You are trouble.”
“I take after his sister. The one that never married.” She grimaced. “She was lovely but so misunderstood.”
“Just like you.”
“Oh, Aunt Calista was far prettier than I am, but I think we both have the same brain. She was miserable. I don’t want to be miserable.”
“I don’t want you miserable, either.” He hesitated, his expression growing sober. “But we’re struggling, aren’t we?”
She nodded. “And I don’t know how to change to be what you want me to be.”
“I don’t know how to change, either.”
She nodded again, and looked out at the sea, still glimmering that stunning blue. Her heart felt suddenly too heavy for such a beautiful place. Damen baffled her, he did.
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