Greek Mavericks: His Christmas Conquest. Cathy Williams

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СКАЧАТЬ this remark with stunned silence. In his world, at least the world he had once inhabited for years, in his carefree pre-Elena days, he had been able to play women with the finesse of a musician playing his instrument. It had always been a mutually enjoyable experience. The lazy talk of sex, dropped negligently into a conversation while his eyes expanded on the subject and promised pleasures that could only be guessed at.

      ‘I mean,’ Sophie took up the thread of her conversation, ‘discussing it and having a post mortem isn’t going to change anything. What we have to agree on is that nothing like that will take place again and I would appreciate it if you don’t…don’t…drop any innuendoes into the conversation. You might find it funny, but I don’t.’

      Sophie weathered the silence which stretched between them with the tautness of tightly pulled elastic. She was beginning to think that she had misheard his earlier remark and misread the situation. And why, she thought with sudden agonising clarity, had she warned him not to touch her again? As if he couldn’t resist her womanly charms? No wonder he was standing there, lost for words and staring at her as though she had taken leave of her senses! Lord knew, he had probably wanted to give her a little speech about keeping her hands to herself!

      She gathered herself together and pursed her lips. ‘Right. So I only came here to tell you about the electricity going. There’s a proper fireplace in the sitting room and also in the bedrooms, so if it gets very cold you are welcome to light them. I haven’t ordered in a huge amount of logs as yet but there are enough stacked by the fire downstairs to tide you over until the current comes back and the heating can go on again.’

      ‘I’m not likely to be using the bedroom in the morning, am I? So there should be no need for me to light a fire in it, and I think I’ll be able to manage for a few hours without falling into a state of hypothermia.’

      Theo, piqued that his attempt at seduction had fallen crushingly flat, was at pains to sound as normal as possible but he was still bemused at the unsavoury and novel sensation of being blown out of the water.

      And, now that she had said what she had to say, he could tell that she was itching to be off. And he should be more than happy to see the back of her, he decided. Fate might have ironically chosen to remind him at this point in time that he was still alive and still a healthy red-blooded male, but the woman was not worth pursuit. Least of all to a man who had never had the need to pursue any woman in his life before. Not, he mused, even Elena. She may have captured his heart with her delicate China doll prettiness and her sweetly subservient nature, but their attraction had been immediate and mutual. He frowned at the bristling little figure standing in front of him.

      ‘And how do you intend to while away the morning, considering all useful activity will grind to a halt while the power is off?’

      ‘Useful activity doesn’t necessarily mean work,’ Sophie pointed out.

      ‘You mean you won’t be cooped up in your office sifting through paperwork?’

      ‘Someone’s got to do it! You make it sound as though I actually enjoy sitting there, staring at piles of paper and wondering which bundle to go through first!’

      ‘Well, what would you rather do?’

      ‘Anything! Go for a walk on the beach! Get to see a movie for the first time in six months! Eat out at a fancy restaurant, which is something I haven’t done since forever! Sorry.’ She shrugged lightly, inviting him to laugh at her overblown response, but he didn’t. His eyes narrowed and he stared at her in silence.

      ‘Why are you sorry?’ he asked eventually. It seemed strange to be having a conversation with the width of the hallway separating them.

      Sophie, wondering how it was that she was managing to have a conversation with the man when she had been literally on the way out, took a few steps towards the door. ‘Because I really should leave you to get on with your work,’ she said, constrained to be polite after her outburst earlier on. ‘I guess you might have to resort to longhand if you work tomorrow! Isn’t that always such a shock to the system when we’ve all become so accustomed to computers?’

      She could feel the energy pulsing out of him as she neared him and finally arrived at the safe haven of the door handle. Sophie grasped it and turned round to glance at Theo over her shoulder.

      ‘They’re usually pretty reliable at predicting the hours of the power cuts, but let me know…’

      ‘…if I want anything. Yes, I think I’ve got that message by now…’

      The problem was, he thought, as she vanished into the darkness, leaving him acutely aware of his very palpable frustration, the one thing he did want, she did not seem obliged to give him.

       Chapter Five

      WHEN Theo thought about Elena, he thought about everything that was delicate and feminine. The minute he had laid eyes on her, he had been drawn by her soft girlish beauty and her quiet charm. For the first time in his life his motives had been free of lust and the driving urge to get a woman into bed. Yes, he had been physically attracted to her, but bigger and more overwhelming than that attraction had been his urge to take care of her.

      Elena, coming at a time in his life when he had been subconsciously thinking of settling down, had fulfilled every fantasy he had ever nurtured about the perfect woman.

      She had been almost excessively pretty—blonde hair, blue eyes and none of the raunchy glamour associated with the mixture. Raunchy had always been fine for Theo when it came to women he slept with, but when it came to a prospective wife there was no way that that look was going to do. Despite his savvy, Theo had a very defined traditionalist streak. What was acceptable to wine and dine and eventually disengage from, was not acceptable when it came to sharing his life.

      Elena, with her angelic good looks, had been eminently suitable wife material.

      And she’d been deferential without being characterless. Of course, he had never been attracted to the argumentative type, but Elena had been deferential in the most charmingly attractive way. He could remember sitting across from her at the dinner table in one of those wildly expensive restaurants which he usually avoided but which seemed appropriate given his desire to impress her, could remember the way she had gazed at him with a soft smile on her lips, the way she had listened with her head cocked to one side and her eyes shining with appreciation. He had known from the very beginning that she would never criticise. She would be the soothing balm and, for Theo, that was a compelling aspect of her personality.

      Throw into the mixture the fact that he would have been making a desirable match as far as both families were concerned, and the pedestal on which he had placed her became unassailable.

      Theo wondered whether he would have continued mourning her disappearance from his life forever if he had remained in London. He knew now and had known for a while that he had allowed, indeed encouraged, his emotions to go into deep freeze. To start with, it had been a protective mechanism but then he had become accustomed to the freeze. In the end, it had felt good not to feel.

      Lying in bed now, with a half-read business manual next to him and the prospect of a morning without the use of his computer, Theo contemplated the vagary of fate that had brought him to this pass.

      He folded his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.

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