Matchless Millionaires: An Improper Affair. Elizabeth Bevarly

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СКАЧАТЬ busied himself with the sails, she reflected on the events of the weekend. She hadn’t intended to reveal so much during their meal at Clearwater’s. Still, she could understand Ryan’s anger better now, as well as identify with it since Brenda, like Webb, hadn’t been the most responsible parent in the world.

      Finished with what he was doing, Ryan came toward her and jumped down to where she sat. “Time for lunch. I’m famished.”

      She laughed. “I can’t believe you prepared a whole picnic basket!”

      He grinned slyly. “Gourmet everything … courtesy of the concierge service at one of Tahoe’s poshest nouveau places.”

      Eight

      Kelly found that the next week passed in a blur of work, decorating and, above all, Ryan and more Ryan.

      By the following weekend, she realized somewhat surprisingly that her work at the lodge was nearly done. She also knew she couldn’t have done it without Ryan’s help.

      She hadn’t heard anything more from Webb Sperling, but she pushed the thought aside.

      She had time, she told herself. Deep down, though, she knew she didn’t want to upset her newfound accord with Ryan.

      As she prepared to leave the lodge late that Sunday afternoon, Ryan surprised her by saying, “Why don’t you come on in? We’ll sit on the deck and watch the sunset.”

      “I should be getting back.” The words flew out of her mouth in automatic response.

      “Why?” he asked bluntly. “We both know Distressed Success is closed on Mondays.” He smiled. “In fact, since you’ll want to be working here tomorrow, it makes sense for you to stay the night.”

      She felt a strange fluttering sensation in her stomach, then caught the teasing glimmer in his eyes.

      “After all,” he drawled, “you’re already familiar with the guest bedroom.”

      She held her palms up. “I didn’t bring any clothes—“

      His smile widened. “Do you really want to hear my solution to that problem?”

      She felt herself heat in response. She still wasn’t used to his teasing.

      The past week had been wonderful, but he hadn’t tried to kiss her again. He hadn’t done anything, in fact, that could be interpreted as a come-on, even by her fevered imagination.

      She, on the other hand, had become attuned to his every breath, every expression, every stretch of hard, lean muscle.

      Ryan reached out and touched her arm. “Hey,” he said soothingly, “come on. Let’s just open a bottle of wine and contemplate the meaning of the universe.”

      She relaxed a little. “Okay.”

      Minutes later, they stepped out onto the deck, Ryan holding two wineglasses in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other.

      She tried not to look at the hot tub, remembering how she’d first spotted him at the lodge.

      “I can vouch for its relaxing properties,” he murmured.

      “What?” she asked, startled.

      “The hot tub. It’s great.” He paused, a glimmer in his eyes. “Want to try?”

      “No, thanks!”

      Her response was immediate and automatic. Just the thought of getting into a hot tub with Ryan Sperling sent her senses into overdrive.

      “Don’t tell me you’ve never been in a hot tub,” he teased.

      “Some of us weren’t born into the hot-tub-and-wine set.” Then she added, relenting, “In any case, I have nothing to wear.”

      His eyes crinkled. “Why let a lack of clothing stand in your way?”

      At her look of forbearance, he shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He paused, then added thoughtfully, “I could lend you one of my undershirts and a pair of boxers. You could even keep your bra and underwear on underneath.”

      His lips twitched. “I know how important underpants are to you.”

      She wondered how much of his sexually charged teasing she could withstand, then asked suspiciously, “And what will you be wearing?”

      “Swim trunks.”

      “I shouldn’t agree to this.”

      He grinned. “But you are.”

      They headed back inside. He handed her some clothes and, after they’d both had time to change, she met him on the deck again, padding outside in bare feet and shivering in the cool night air.

      Soft jazz filtered out from iPod speakers set up on a table.

      He stood holding two full wineglasses and swept her a look from head to toe, his gaze heating. “I had no idea my shirts and boxers could look so sexy.”

      She flushed. It felt impossibly intimate to be wearing his clothes, albeit over her own.

      He’d already started the hot tub, and the tub’s jets created frothy water, illuminated from below by recessed lights.

      It looked so inviting, she thought as she shivered again.

      He set the wineglasses down on a small tray at the side of the tub, then straightened and held his hand out to her. “Come. Let’s warm you up.”

      He warmed her just by looking at her with his hot eyes, she wanted to say. Instead, she put her hand in his and stepped into the tub.

      “Careful,” he cautioned, but she knew she was being anything but—with him, with anything.

      He followed her and settled on an underwater ledge across from her.

      She sighed as the hot tub’s jets pounded her gently, massaging her muscles. She closed her eyes and leaned back, relaxing against the tub’s side.

      “Better?”

      “Mmm-hmm.”

      After a few moments, during which she heard him lift and sip from his wineglass, he instructed, “Look up.”

      She did, and gazed at the inky black sky. Dozens of little stars twinkled back at her.

      “My guess is that you haven’t had much time to stargaze in your life,” he commented.

      “Mmm-hmm.”

      “Neither have I.”

      She looked down at him, and asked, “Why do you think Hunter wrote a stipulation in his will that you and his other college buddies have to stay at the lodge?”

      “Why didn’t he just give the money to charity, you mean?” СКАЧАТЬ