Seduction Assignment: The Seduction Season / The Marriage Deal / The Husband Assignment. HELEN BIANCHIN

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СКАЧАТЬ It was true. The mountain air had given her an appetite.

      ‘Come on, then.’ He caught hold of her hand and tugged her towards the path leading to where the land cruiser was parked.

      Sebastian unlocked the rear door and opened up a portable cooler.’ Voilà.’

      There were fresh steaks, crisp lettuce, fresh fruit, mineral water and a bottle of wine.

      ‘You came prepared.’

      His eyes challenged hers. ‘Always.’

      She doubted if anyone had managed to gain the element of surprise with this man. He was intensely vital, acutely alert, and far too discerning to be caught unawares.

      Gas-fired barbecues were positioned at intervals on a grassed area adjacent the car park, and there were tables with fixed umbrellas to shade picnic-makers from the sun.

      Sebastian took hold of the cooler. ‘Let’s grab a niche over there. I’ll cook the steaks while you mix the salad.’

      They drank a glass of superb Lambrusco with their meal, and washed the fruit down with mineral water.

      Anneke rose to her feet and stacked plates and cutlery into a plastic bag ready to place in the cooler.

      ‘Feeling energetic?’

      She lifted both shoulders in a light shrugging gesture. ‘Not particularly.’

      So she hadn’t slept much either. After an hour of tossing and turning, he’d pulled on a pair of jeans, booted up the computer and worked until three.

      He collected the cooler and stored it in the rear of the Range Rover. ‘Then let’s head down to the Coast.’

      More than an hour later they were seated at one of many tables overlooking the broadwater, savouring cappuccinos. It was a relaxed atmosphere, with numerous people wandering the boardwalk, admiring the many craft moored at the adjacent marina.

      The physique, the hair, the dark, attractive features earned Sebastian more than a few covetous glances from the women who passed by their table.

      ‘Oh, my,’ Anneke declared, sotto voce. ‘I think you have made a conquest. That’s the second time one particular blonde has walked this way. Perhaps I should go powder my nose and leave a clear field?’

      ‘Do that, and I’ll take evasive action,’ Sebastian drawled.

      ‘You’ll go powder your nose?’

      He tipped his sunglasses further down his nose and speared her a level look over the rims. ‘Kiss you in such a manner there’ll be no doubt you are my only interest.’

      ‘Wouldn’t you be taking an enormous risk?’ Anneke queried sweetly. ‘I might push you over the railing into the water.’

      ‘Then we’d both look foolish,’ he intoned lazily as he leaned forward and trailed light fingers down her cheek.

      Her eyes dilated fractionally at his featherlight touch, and her lips quivered as he traced their fullness with his thumb.

      ‘You’ve been treading on eggshells all day,’ he said gently. ‘Waiting for me to pounce?’

      She held his gaze. ‘I think you have a strategy,’ she said with innate honesty. ‘I just need to figure out which ploy you intend to use.’

      Sebastian laughed, a soft, chuckling sound deep in his throat. He stood to his feet, anchored a ten-dollar bill beneath one saucer, then reached for her hand. ‘Come on, let’s walk.’

      They explored the upmarket shopping complex, then wandered to the wharf market where fresh seafood was sold direct from the fish trawlers.

      Anneke examined the prawns, the many varieties of crustaceans. They looked succulent, mouthwatering. ‘I promised you dinner.’ She shot him a teasing grin. ‘Are you willing to trust me?’

      ‘You want to take some of these home?’

      ‘I’m buying,’ she insisted as he extracted his wallet. ‘I mean it,’ she said fiercely.

      He lifted both hands in the air. ‘OK.’

      She chose carefully, with the expertise of a market haggler, selecting, rejecting, until she was satisfied she had the best of the best.

      ‘Let’s get this into the cooler and head home.’ Her mind was already busy with the preparation she needed to make, the time factor, a mental rundown of salad makings in the refrigerator.

      It was almost seven when they reached the cottage. ‘Give me an hour,’ Anneke said as she extracted the seafood from the cooler. That would give her time to shower and change, and have the food ready on the table.

      ‘I’ll bring the wine.’

      She managed it with five minutes to spare, and spent four of those minutes wondering if she should change blue jeans for black dress jeans, add blusher and eyeshadow or just stick with lipstick. Perfume?

      A knock at the door precluded the necessity for either, and she crossed the kitchen and let him in.

      Sebastian took the bottle of chilled white wine to the servery. ‘Shall I open this?’

      Anneke handed him the corkscrew. ‘Please.’

      He’d showered, shaved and changed into casual dark trousers and a pale blue shirt. Aunt Vivienne’s kitchen wasn’t large, and he seemed to fill it.

      She extracted two glasses and set them on the table as he eased the cork out from the neck of the bottle.

      ‘Anything I can do to help?’

      ‘It’s all done.’ Did she sound as nervous as she felt?

      He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his own, taking advantage of her surprise by bestowing an erotic tasting. He lingered a few seconds, then lifted his head.

      She looked…momentarily startled, and her slight confusion pleased him. ‘Shall we eat?’

      Oysters mornay, chilli prawns, and crustaceans in their shells, split in half and the flesh coated with a delicate sauce and grilled. Fresh salad greens, and a baguette she’d heated to crunchy perfection in the oven.

      ‘Magnificent,’ Sebastian declared, with the pleasure of a man who had eaten well. ‘More wine?’

      ‘No,’ Anneke refused quickly, and earned a slight smile.

      ‘The need for a clear head?’

      She didn’t answer, didn’t dare. ‘I’ll make coffee.’

      Her movements were mechanical as she set up the coffee-maker, and when she turned to open the cupboard he was right there.

      ‘Sebastian—’ His lips settled over the vulnerable hollow at the edge of her neck, and she lost track of whatever it was she’d intended to say.

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