Summer Beach Reads. Natalie Anderson

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      Ellie tried to get her thoughts back on track—berating herself with worst-case scenarios. Imagine if he’d been married. What if he hadn’t been alone in the room? She didn’t know which would be worse. All she knew was that his utterly relaxed acceptance of her mistake was astounding.

      ‘What were you thinking going along with it? Do women leap on you all the time?’ Actually, looking at him? They probably did.

      ‘I was asleep. At first I thought it was just an amazing dream.’

      ‘A 4D dream,’ she said sceptically.

      ‘Yeah, hot and wet,’ he half groaned, movement rippling down his muscles. ‘You’re sure you don’t want to come back to bed?’

      ‘Quite sure.’ She clipped out the lie, all of a sudden desperate to get out of there before she threw caution to the wind and went for a repeat of last night’s decadence.

      ‘Honey, relax. I’m single, you’re...’ He paused, his voice lifting in question, his eyes unwaveringly focused on hers.

      ‘Single,’ she confirmed.

      He paused as his expression seemed to sharpen. ‘So tell me about Nathan.’

      ‘He’s no one.’ She so didn’t want to go there.

      ‘He’s not your boyfriend or your benefits guy or whatever?’

      ‘No.’ She squeaked out an answer from her strangled-feeling throat. She supposed she did owe the guy some kind of explanation but it was just so mortifying. ‘We’re colleagues. He’d been flirting and I... For once I just felt like...’ She trailed off, her toes curling into the plush carpet. Now she wanted to disappear into the sheet completely.

      ‘Nothing wrong with feeling like it.’ Her naked lover shrugged his shoulders. ‘So it wasn’t because you’re secretly in love with the guy and want to have his babies?’

      ‘No babies,’ she answered faintly. ‘Don’t worry.’ She inhaled a hit of oxygen for courage. ‘What we did was... It was safe.’

      He sat up slowly. ‘I remember.’ His gaze lingered on her mouth. ‘So no babies but you’re not in love with him either?’

      She shook her head. ‘I just thought I’d say yes for once. Take the bull by the horns, so to speak.’

      ‘You like rodeo?’ His irrepressible smile quirked.

      ‘Actually I don’t think it’s really for me,’ she muttered, all but dying.

      ‘But you ride so beautifully. Great seat, great rhythm. You’re a natural,’ he teased, chuckling at her baleful look. ‘So you don’t often do random seductions?’

      The idea of her being some vixen seductress was so far off the mark it was hysterical. But she wasn’t going to get hysterical herself. No, she took a calming breath and reckoned she could manage to get into the tease zone too. That was the way to handle this. ‘Only on full moons.’

      ‘Oh, you’re a were-woman?’

      She flicked her brows and then dropped the pretence. ‘Honestly, the location helped.’ She fiddled with the sheet and couldn’t look at him. She knew this guy of all guys wasn’t going to get hung up on double standards, but she was still embarrassed.

      ‘The chateau?’

      ‘It’s so luxurious.’ She nodded, truly meaning it. ‘All the fabric, the furnishings. It’s beautiful.’

      ‘Yeah,’ he said slowly. ‘But I’ve never thought of it as an erotic destination. It’s not like there are mirrors on the ceiling, tie-me-down bed ends, or twenty types of massage oil in the bathroom cabinet.’ He glanced around the utterly tasteful room with a perplexed look.

      Ellie was smoking-hot over his list of essentials for an erotic destination. She’d never thought she’d be into anything more than vanilla but the man had said ‘tie-me-down’ and she was ready to hunt out the ropes. She banished the image but couldn’t help smiling as she tried to explain it more. ‘It has this kind of discreet decadence. And it was a warm night. I’d had the most amazing shower.’ She put her hand to her head because this so wasn’t enough. ‘And they serve French champagne.’

      ‘Ah-h-h.’ He nodded as if that explained it all. ‘French champagne.’

      She shrugged and gave up at that. She truly hadn’t been tipsy. She’d just been bewitched and decided to please herself.

      ‘This place was once dubbed Frenchman’s Folly, did you know that?’ he asked softly.

      ‘No.’ She frowned. ‘No one could call this place a folly. It’s more a fantasy.’

      And you had to have a fantastical bank balance to be able to stay here. A guy this fit was probably some elite athlete or something. She wondered if she ought to recognise him.

      ‘Perhaps people thought his folly was his marriage.’

      ‘Oh.’ Ellie paused. ‘Shame if he was heartbroken. This isn’t a place for heartbreak.’

      Her naked lover chuckled. ‘Only for pleasure, huh? But you and your colleague were here for business?’

      ‘I wasn’t supposed to come here at all.’ She flushed deeper at the unintended entendre. ‘It’s not one of my files but last minute our boss wanted me to be here for backup.’

      ‘So what’s the business?’

      ‘I work as a location scout. You know—finding places to film movies and stuff.’

      His brows lifted as he picked up her lack of enthusiasm. ‘You don’t think this would be a good location?’

      ‘It would be an amazing location,’ Ellie said fervently. ‘And I know it sounds like an amazing job and all—it’s actually really not that much fun.’

      ‘How can having to spend time in places like this not be fun?’ he challenged her.

      ‘I don’t get to come on the trips much.’ She coloured again as she saw him smile. ‘I’m usually stuck in the office working on the paperwork. I’ve not been there that long.’ She shrugged. Trouble was she excelled at paperwork—every job she had she’d done too well in the admin department to be let out of it. Frustrating wasn’t the word.

      ‘And so to make sure you got the most out of this trip, you went hunting for some pleasure as well?’ He was laughing as he said it.

      And what could she do? There was no hope in denying it or in explaining the mad moment of need for contact that she’d experienced. So she nodded. ‘Massive mistake.’

      ‘Yeah, but not a disaster.’

      Not a disaster, no—she’d had the best sex of her life. But it had been with a total stranger. They hadn’t even kissed. There was absolutely no emotional connection between them. It just wasn’t supposed to work that way. And she couldn’t want more—could she? She tried to claw СКАЧАТЬ