The Street Where She Lives. Jill Shalvis

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      ‘You—you couldn't?’

      ‘I wouldn't like to think that you could be attracted to someone like him.’

      Stacy looked puzzled. ‘He's a very attractive man, a lot of women would feel honoured to go out with him. He's tall, very good-looking, has lovely styled blond hair, and the most twinkling blue eyes I've ever seen. He's very young-looking for his age too.’

      ‘Does that mean you find him attractive?’ he asked harshly.

      She couldn't repress her shudder of disgust. ‘No!’

      ‘Good. Because besides those obvious attributes he's nothing but a bastard. If I thought you could go out with him I wouldn't be sitting here.’

      ‘No one's asking you to stay,’ she said in a stilted voice. ‘You seem to have invited yourself to sit with me.’

      He restrained her from moving by the tight hold he had of her wrist. ‘Stay here, Stacy. Don't be so sensitive. It's just that I consider Paul Forbes to be the lowest form of life, a man who trades on his wealth and fame.’

      ‘Any man in his position would do the same.’

      ‘Jake Weston hasn't.’

      Stacy looked with amusement at the author as he chatted amiably with a group of people on the other side of the room. She turned to her companion, her green eyes twinkling merrily. ‘I hope you'll excuse my saying so, but he doesn't really have a lot going for him.’

      ‘No, I don't suppose he does. Tell me about yourself, Stacy,’ he commanded abruptly.

      ‘Have you finished questioning me about Paul Forbes?’ she asked tartly.

      Jake sat forward, running a caressing finger down her cheek. ‘I was just curious as to why you refused his invitation.’

      ‘And now you're satisfied?’

      His blue eyes mocked her. ‘Hardly. But that can come later, when you know me a little better.’

      ‘You mean——’ she broke off in confusion.

      ‘I mean exactly what you think I mean. But don't worry, I'll give you time to get to know me first.’

      She gave an incredulous laugh. ‘Are you honestly trying to tell me——’

      ‘I believe in being honest about these things,’ he interrupted. ‘I want to go to bed with you, I want to put my brand of possession on you as soon as possible, so there's no point in trying to hide it. I told you earlier that I find you desirable.’

      ‘Yes, but——’

      ‘I know, I know, you take things a little slower over here. I've lived in the States so long I've forgotten I'm supposed to be one of the reserved English.’

      Stacy gave him a curious look. ‘You aren't American?’

      ‘As good as—I left England when I was five years old. I was born not far from here. I guess I'll have to try and get a little of this reserve you all seem to have. But like I said, I'm not going to rush you into anything. If you find you don't feel the same way about me after a couple of dates then we'll forget the whole thing. I don't like my women unwilling.’

      She swallowed hard, aware of the sensuous allure of his body as he sat beside her. Any woman could be seduced by such virility as he displayed, and she wasn't immune to him, far from it. She could easily find herself falling for him.

      ‘And I don't go in for casual affairs,’ she told him softly.

      He looked at her with brooding eyes, their colour very blue. ‘I didn't say there was going to be anything casual about it.’

      ‘And I don't intend to be your bed companion for the short time you'll be in this country either.’

      ‘What makes you think I'm only going to be here a short time?’

      She shrugged. ‘As far as I know Mr Weston is only here for the last couple of weeks of filming. As his employee you'll leave when he does.’

      ‘Then I'll just have to make sure he enjoys his stay enough to want to stay longer.’

      ‘I shouldn't bother on my account.’ She put her empty glass down on the table. ‘I think I should go and find Matthew.’

      His eyes narrowed. ‘You never did tell me how friendly you are with him.’

      ‘Very friendly.’ She deliberately gave the wrong impression of that friendship.

      Those long fingers clamped about her wrist once again. ‘Is that the truth, Stacy?’

      She faced him defiantly. ‘Why should I lie?’

      ‘Fear. Nervousness. There could be any number of reasons.’

      It was both of those, and a lot more. The trouble with this man was that he was too attractive for any woman to resist for long. Not that it made him conceited, he had merely seen something he wanted and wasn't afraid to say so. But his age and experience made her nervous, gave her the feeling that this was a battle she was going to lose, which was why she had to stop it now.

      ‘Matthew and I are very good friends. We even lived together for a time.’ Which they had, on a purely platonic basis. Matthew had been thrown out of his digs and she had let him sleep on her sofa for a while.

      ‘But not now?’ Jake persisted.

      ‘Not now.’

      The tension seemed to leave his body. ‘Then it couldn't have worked out between the two of you, which means there's nothing between you now. I'm not asking for virginity from you, Stacy.’

      ‘I don't think you have the right to ask anything of me.’ She gave him a searching look. ‘I hardly know you, but I can tell you're no novice when it comes to making love.’

      ‘At thirty-eight, no.’

      ‘Not even at my age,’ she rebuked.

      ‘Probably not,’ he acknowledged mildly.

      ‘I would say definitely not.’

      He laughed softly. ‘I think you're right.’ He stood up. ‘Let's go for a walk in the garden.’

      She looked up at him, wrenching her eyes away from his muscular thighs only inches in front of her. ‘It's after ten o'clock at night, it's dark out there.’

      Jake pulled her effortlessly to her feet, retaining a hold on one of her hands as she would have pulled away. ‘The garden is illuminated at night,’ he said tolerantly.

      ‘Yes, but I——’

      ‘Come on, Stacy. It's too noisy in here, we can't talk properly.’

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