Sinful Pleasures. Anne Mather

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      Now, Megan stepped out of the lift feeling decidedly self-conscious. It was some time since she had taken as much trouble with her appearance, but for some reason she had felt the need to make an effort tonight. But although the black silk leggings and matching beaded top were perfectly presentable she was intensely aware that they exposed the narrow contours of her bones.

      A belief that was made even more apparent when she entered her stepsister’s sitting room to find only Remy waiting for her. He was standing at the open French doors that led out onto a private terrace, one hand supporting himself against the screen, the other wrapped around a glass.

      The indrawn breath she took upon seeing him attracted his attention, and he swung round at once, surveying her with cool shaded eyes. What was he thinking? she wondered as his brows arched in a silent acknowledgement of her presence. After what he had said earlier, she wasn’t sure what to expect.

      His appraisal of her appearance was deliberate, she thought. Was he trying to intimidate her, or was he simply waiting tq see what her reaction would be? He was far too sure of himself, she thought, stiffening her resolve not to let any of them upset her. Yet, as she felt her features hardening, his unaccountably softened.

      ‘Feeling better?’ he enquired, before swallowing the remainder of the liquid in his glass with one gulp. ‘Let me get you a drink. You can probably use one.’

      Could she not?

      Megan linked her hands together at her waist and contemplated the advantages that alcohol could bring. It would certainly make this interview easier, smooth the rough edges of her tension, so to speak. But her doctor had been quite specific, and she had no desire to fall ill again.

      ‘Um—do you have a mineral water?’ she asked at last, and he regarded her with narrowed eyes.

      ‘A mineral water?’

      ‘I’m still on medication,’ she explained, moving further into the room, even though she would have preferred to keep her distance from him. She swallowed. ‘Where’s your mother? She asked me to join her here.’

      ‘She won’t be long,’ replied Remy, depositing his empty glass on the small bar that was recessed into the wall. He examined the row of small bottles that occupied one shelf in the refrigerated cabinet. ‘Mineral water, you said,’ he murmured thoughtfully. ‘Yeah, here we are. Will sparkling water do?’

      ‘Fine.’ said Megan quickly, moving across the room and taking up his former position by the French doors. Beyond the terrace, the sound of the sea was a muted thunder, the warmth of the night air scented with spice and pine.

      ‘There you go.’

      He was behind her suddenly, his reflection visible in the glass door, his height and darkness disturbingly close. Once again, she was made aware of how the years had changed him. It was difficult to remember now exactly what she had expected.

      ‘Oh—thanks,’ she said, half turning towards him to take the glass, her efforts to avoid brushing his lean, tanned fingers almost causing an accident. Only a swift recovery on his part prevented the glass from ending up on the floor, and a splash of ice-cold liquid stung her leg.

      ‘Dammit!’ Remy stared down impatiently at the damp spot on her leggings, and Megan felt like a fool. ‘What the hell did you do that for?’ he demanded. ‘I’m not contaminated, you know.’

      ‘I didn’t do it on purpose!’ she exclaimed, even though she doubted he believed her. ‘I—I wasn’t thinking. You startled me, that’s all.’ She brushed her leg almost dismissively. ‘Anyway, there’s no harm done.’

      ‘Isn’t there?’

      She wasn’t sure what he was referring to, so she chose to say nothing, relieved when he walked back to the bar. But he was back a few moments later, holding a napkin, and, squatting down on his haunches in front of her, he pressed the white linen against her leg.

      ‘Oh—please.’ He was really embarrassing her now, and she attempted to take the napkin from him. ‘Let me,’ she said. ‘Let me do that.’ But he merely tipped his head back and cast her an ironic look and carried on.

      She glanced down, her eyes unwillingly drawn to his bent head. His hair was glistening with moisture, she noticed, tiny drops of water shining on the dark strands. He had either taken a shower or a swim while she’d been resting, she reflected, the images her thoughts were evoking causing a moistness in her palms.

      She sighed. Why couldn’t she ignore him? Yet, crouched in front of her as he was, she would have had to be numb as well as blind not to notice the straining seam between his legs. Despite her irritation with him earlier, she couldn’t deny his sexuality. It was as natural to him as breathing. Just like his grandfather’s had been...

      ‘Will—will Mr Robards be joining us?’ she asked stiffly—anything to distract herself from what he was doing—and as if her words had diverted him, too, he rose abruptly to his feet.

      ‘I guess I owe you an apology, don’t I?’ he said, without answering her question. ‘I was an ignorant lout before. I’m sorry.’

      Megan was confused. ‘Oh—well, I—it was my fault really—’

      ‘I don’t mean for spilling your drink,’ he contradicted her drily. ‘I mean for the way I spoke to you in the car. I guess I had no right to criticise you or your father as I did.’

      ‘Oh.’ Megan let her breath out slowly. She was finding it difficult to keep abreast of his changes of mood. Or at least that was the excuse she gave herself. But there was no denying that he disturbed her, and it would be fatally easy to respond to his charm. ‘Let’s forget it, shall we?’

      ‘I’m forgiven?’

      ‘Of course.’ She was abrupt.

      ‘Is your drink all right?’

      Her glass was still more than half full, and she hurriedly took a sip. ‘It’s delicious,’ she said, hoping she sounded more controlled than she felt. ‘Um—will your grandfather be joining us?’

      Remy hesitated for a moment, and then he shook his head. ‘Not tonight,’ he said, his tone flatter now. ‘And I’ve got to be getting back to town myself.’

      ‘You don’t live here?’

      Megan realised at once that her response had been far too revealing. Dammit, she should have guessed he’d have his own place as soon as he’d told her he worked in Port Serrat.

      ‘I have an apartment near the harbour,’ he said, his eyes assessing her. ‘It’s handy for the office. Like tonight, I sometimes have to work in the evenings.’

      She swallowed. ‘You’re working this evening?’ she asked, managing to sound less daunted, and he smiled.

      ‘I’ve a client who works in one of the hotels,’ he explained. ‘It’s difficult for him to keep sociable hours.’

      ‘So you accommodate him?’

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