Sinful Revenge. Annie West

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       CHAPTER SEVEN

      JESSE’S skin prickled and her concentration faltered for a second when she sensed Luc’s presence in the room. She glanced up and saw him prowling towards the sofa. Before he got there he reached down and picked something up. It was the other game console.

      He sat down beside her, far too close for comfort, and smiled at her. His weight meant that she fell towards him and Jesse quickly scrambled back, out of the danger zone, putting some space between them.

      She tried not to be blinded by his smile and asked a little too breathily, ‘Did you want something?’

      He looked at her for a long intense moment that had a very predictable effect on her heart-rate, and then sat back and said lazily, ‘This is a game for two, isn’t it?’

      Jesse felt stiff and prim, and severely threatened. ‘Yes, but I’m playing both parts and I’m on one of the highest levels …’

      ‘So what …? Are you saying I can’t join in? You did say you wanted me to be as comfortable as possible here.’

      Jesse didn’t trust this wide-eyed innocence for a second. She wanted to snap back, That doesn’t mean smiling at me and walking around half-naked at any given opportunity and making me want you.

      Shock as those last few words registered in her brain made Jesse blurt out, ‘Fine. We’ll start a new game, I’m Princess Olga … you can be King Ordak.’

      Luc tutted. ‘Just because I’m the man I have to be King Ordak?’

      Jesse rolled her eyes. ‘Fine, you be the Princess and I’ll be Ordak.’

      ‘Does this mean I get to take off your head?’

      The unmistakable light of challenge lit Jesse’s eyes. ‘You can try.’

      ‘Brave words, King Ordak, brave words …’

      Jesse had lost track of time about three games later. She’d expected to walk all over Luc, but he’d caught on to the rules faster than anyone she’d ever seen and had just subjected her to a particularly brutal death by skewering her with a wooden pole.

      ‘You don’t have to look so pleased with yourself,’ she grumbled—and then was taken aback to discover that she was not only having something that approximated fun but also once again she was feeling comfortable with Luc.

      Before she could really register that, he said easily, ‘You don’t seem to mind the blood in these games.’

      Jesse tensed at being reminded of her weakness and how gentle he’d been with her. ‘No,’ she said carefully. ‘I know it’s not real.’

      She made sure not to look at him, very afraid he’d see something on her face or in her eyes. This whole situation was careening wildly out of control.

      ‘One more game.’ He sounded determined.

      ‘Just so you can try to beat my score?’ Jesse asked lightly, glad Luc wasn’t pursuing the subject of her phobia of blood.

      Luc sat back and Jesse was aware of his arm stretched out on the couch behind her. When had they moved closer together?

      He drawled, ‘One more game and this time let’s up the ante a little—see how good you really are.’

      Jesse cursed herself for not being able to get up and walk away from the danger she scented in the air, but she couldn’t resist a challenge. It was one of the reasons she’d done so well—because people had consistently told her that with her background she’d amount to nothing.

      She glanced at him warily and hated to admit her attention was piqued. It made her bite out, ‘What do you mean?’

      Luc came forward and Jesse’s gaze followed him suspiciously. The intent in his eyes made her hot in the face.

      ‘If I win, you let me do whatever I want …’ His mouth twisted. ‘I realise that doesn’t include letting me off the island or making a call to that end.’

      Jesse racked her brains. Whatever he wanted … That could be anything. But as long as it didn’t involve freeing him what was the harm?

      Some of her equilibrium returning, Jesse said, ‘But you won’t win. So what do I get when I win?’

      Dryly Luc observed, ‘I think you’ve got quite enough, don’t you?’

      Jesse scowled and then brightened. ‘I know. You can cook for me for the rest of the week.’

      Now Luc scowled. ‘I’m practically cooking for you anyway, so that’s hardly fair … But, fine, if that’s what you want.’

      Jesse stuck out her hand and then immediately regretted it when it was enveloped in his much larger one. Luc seemed to hold her hand for ever, and she finally pulled free and turned back to the game. She had a prickle of foreboding as to what Luc might exact from her if she won and she couldn’t allow him any leeway to torture her further.

      The game started and Jesse scored a few easy victories, which made her feel complacent and which inevitably led to mistakes. Before she knew it Luc had caught up with her score and then they were neck and neck. All Luc had to do was to kill her in one of three ways and he would win.

      Just as Jesse realised that, Luc made a master move she didn’t see СКАЧАТЬ