Out of Hours...Boardroom Seductions. Janette Kenny

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СКАЧАТЬ She tugged her shirt down, then slipped past Christo to go to Jamii. “What’s wrong?”

      “I fell asleep! We didn’t get to see the end of the movie!” Jamii sat up in the bed, staring up at her, crushed. “Can I see it now?”

      “Not…now,” Natalie said, wishing her heart would stop hammering so frantically. “Tomorrow. In the morning.”

      Jamii sighed and slumped against the pillows. “Is Christo still here?”

      Before Natalie could answer, Christo said from the doorway, “On my way home.” He sounded calm and steady, and Natalie wondered how he managed it.

      “Will we go swimming tomorrow again?” Jamii asked him.

      “I’ll come and get you in the morning. Go to sleep now.”

      “But—”

      “You heard him. Sleep,” Natalie commanded. “Or you won’t go.”

      Jamii made a face, but she lay back down. Natalie bent and kissed her good-night, then turned and followed Christo back into the living room.

      The needs were still there, thrumming inside her, even as she spoke. “We can’t—” she said almost apologetically.

      “I know.”

      He sounded terse. Tense. Dissatisfied. All of the above.

      He gave her a hard, fierce, almost angry kiss and stalked quickly out the door.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      IT HAD been a damn fool idea—spending the day with Natalie and Jamii.

      He never should have done it, Christo thought. He lay in his bed and tried not to remember spending the night there with Natalie. But like everything else with Natalie, it didn’t work.

      Like today. He’d turned down her suggestion to go to the beach with them. He hadn’t spelled it out. He didn’t need to. He’d been honest with her. He’d told her he didn’t do forever, didn’t want complications, commitments, all that sort of thing.

      It simply made sense not to create entanglements by going to the beach with her and her niece.

      And then he’d done it anyway.

      Well, not intentionally. At least he hadn’t been stupid enough to do that. But when he’d spotted them on the sand as he’d come out of the water after going surfing, he’d simply found his feet heading in their direction.

      He knew Jamii, of course. She stayed with her grandmother often, and he liked her. She was far less complicated than most of the kids he dealt with on a regular basis. He liked her fresh, open acceptance of life. She was like a small version of Laura.

      And she didn’t half remind him of Natalie as well.

      But he hadn’t gone to say hi only to Jamii. He’d missed spending Friday night with Natalie in his bed. Two nights he’d spent with her now, and somehow last night, without her, he’d felt far more alone than he usually did.

      Maybe it was because he had worked late, then come home to see the light on in Laura’s apartment, to know they were up there—he could even hear Jamii’s giggle—and he’d wanted to go up as well.

      He hadn’t, of course. No way. No point. Bad idea.

      Instead he’d worked on one of his arguments for a case he was in conference about next week. But out of his window he’d kept noticing the light in Laura’s apartment.

      And then he’d noticed when it went off.

      She’d gone to bed. And dear God, he wanted to be there with her. He wanted to spend the night making love to her, then holding her, watching her fall asleep in his arms.

      She had once.

      No one ever had before. He couldn’t remember a single woman he’d slept with who had settled against him that way, who’d snuggled close and shut her eyes and simply trusted him like that.

      Natalie had because Natalie was not like the women he had affairs with, or noninvolved relationships with. Or whatever you called these liaisons that had everything to do with physical needs and nothing to do with the heart.

      Natalie, like her mother, had everything to do with the heart.

      He shouldn’t have slept with her. And at the same time he said that, he knew he could hardly wait to do it again.

      Was that why he’d sought them out today? Was that why he’d stayed?

      He twisted in his bed, sprawled and shifted and punched his pillow and tried to answer that.

      But he couldn’t come up with a good answer. Not one that his lawyer’s mind would admit or accept. He always enjoyed seeing Jamii. But it was less Jamii’s company than Natalie’s that he’d been angling for. Just having her there, watching and listening while he and Jamii were talking had felt—he punched the pillow again—right, somehow.

      And, of course, he was glad he’d stayed when he discovered Jamii’s fear of the water. He knew paralyzing fear. He’d had it himself. What his grandmother had done for him was something he’d always been grateful for. It seemed a small enough thing to share it with Natalie’s niece.

      And whether Natalie knew it or not, Christo knew that her niece had overcome her fear only in part because of his confidence in her. It was also having Natalie there. Natalie was the one Jamii knew, the one she loved and trusted. He told Jamii the story. He helped her. But he could not have done it alone.

      She needed the love and acceptance of her family as well.

      He wasn’t sure Natalie understood that. But maybe she did. She was Laura’s daughter.

      Dear God. He couldn’t believe he was sleeping with Laura’s daughter.

      He was going to have to stop. Soon.

      But not yet.

      Natalie opened the door almost before he knocked the next morning. “I have a tremendous favor to ask.”

      “Oh? That sounds promising.” Christo grinned. “Wash your back? Make slow, sweet love to you?”

      “I wish,” Natalie said frankly. “I wonder if you would watch Jamii.”

      He blinked. “I said I’d take her swimming.”

      “Yes, but I figured I’d go, too,” Natalie said. “So you wouldn’t be watching her precisely. I would be. But I— we—the business—has a job I need to do.”

      Christo’s eyes narrowed. “You need to be somebody’s wife?”

      Natalie nodded. “Somebody’s hostess in this case. One of our best clients is having a group of business colleagues out on his yacht. He was expecting Rosalie to do the honors. СКАЧАТЬ