In Bed With the Enemy: Dating and Other Dangers / Dare She Kiss & Tell? / Double Dare. Natalie Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ and turning to justify something simply because she wanted it so badly. But she deserved some fun and he’d be good. And then it would be over—this bubble of obsession would be burst.

      But what of her original aim? Could she still teach him a lesson? She was under no illusions that he’d fall for her if she slept with him, but surely she could still execute a flick-off somehow? She’d figure something out …

      The immediate problem was that he was resisting the heat between them. Even though she knew he’d been turned on the other night, he’d stopped. She was going to have to subvert his mission to prove himself a nice date. She was going to have to make his physical instincts overrule his intellectual intentions.

      She was going to have to provoke him into action.

      Saturday morning Ethan snatched up his phone when he read the caller display. ‘Hello, darling. Ready to do date two?’

      ‘I might be ready by tomorrow. Can you wait that long?’

      Ethan’s brows shot up. So did another part of him. He hadn’t expected her to purr quite like that. He stretched back in his bed and enjoyed listening as she continued softly.

      ‘I’ve checked the forecast and it looks good. So we can meet there.’

      ‘Where?’ he asked.

      ‘Hyde Park. By the Serpentine.’

      ‘Going public?’ he noted.

      ‘And in broad daylight.’

      He could hear the smile in her voice. It made him smile all over.

      ‘Coward,’ he mocked.

      ‘Not at all. But …’ Her voice trailed. ‘You need to dress for action.’

      ‘What kind of action?’ He couldn’t suppress his physical reaction to the way she’d tossed out that little double entendre so carelessly.

      ‘Something you can move in.’

      ‘Okay.’ He couldn’t move for the anticipation making him rigid now. He tossed the phone away and breathed deep to relax. Hell, he had to get out of bed and do something to release some energy. She was definitely taking him for a walk in the park, like on her list—too damn tame. But perhaps that was her point.

      The next afternoon couldn’t come soon enough for Ethan. He forced himself to walk rather than run there. The sun beat hot on his back and people were at the park in their masses. Ice-cream vendors were doing a roaring trade. He wanted them all to clear off. He wanted to be alone with her.

      He loitered by the water, on edge, wondering if she was going to stand him up. His edges sharpened. If she did, he was damn well going to make her pay—somehow.

      A roaring sound behind him grew louder, and just as he turned something crashed into him. A lithe body. A very hot one. His hands automatically shot out to steady her.

      She blinked and smiled up at him. ‘Sorry I’m late.’

      He kept his hands on her narrow waist. ‘Not a problem.’

      She was taller. He glanced down. She was wearing rollerblades. Oh, man. A sexy roller-chick image flashed in his head. He blinked it away and checked out the reality. Nope—not minuscule hotpants, but black leggings and a tee shirt.

      Good grief—she was wearing exercise clothes. Workout gear to a date. She’d meant that kind of action.

      ‘Thanks for making such an effort,’ he said drily. ‘This is what you have planned for us?’ Fricking rollerblading round the park? He really didn’t think so.

      She looked coy. ‘Aren’t you game?’

      ‘Weeeeell …’ he drawled, deliberately keeping hold of her. ‘According to your website you shouldn’t do something on a day date if one person is an expert at and the other is a novice.’ He was not putting on any damn skates.

      ‘But you told me I shouldn’t live my life by all those rules.’ She did her wide-eyed innocent look. ‘I’m just taking your advice.’

      ‘You’re being a bitch.’

      Her smile blossomed. ‘Or is it that you’re a coward?’

      He let her go then, and stalked over to a cart where there was a guy renting out skates. Nadia, of course, had her own—not the ancient, shonky-looking ones the rental dude had displayed. Ethan glanced at her. Her feet were so small that even in the ridiculous boots with wheels on they still looked tiny. Whereas he’d be doing a Bigfoot impersonation. But then he checked over the rentals again and gave a muttered word of thanks before turning to her, totally satisfied. ‘Sadly they don’t have skates in my size.’

      ‘He has skates in all sizes.’ Nadia pushed past him to check out the range.

      ‘I have big feet.’

      She turned and looked down at his feet. He watched the pink deepening in her cheeks as she looked—slowly—back up his body. He knew she was wondering whether another body part measured up.

      Of course it did.

      ‘Oh.’ She looked flustered. ‘Um … so what do you want to do?’

      Ethan grinned. He knew exactly what he wanted to do—but he wasn’t going to. ‘My flat isn’t far. I have a bike there. We could grab it and come back. You skate—I bike. Then we can get an ice-cream and sit on the grass, yeah?’

      She shrugged. ‘Okay, that sounds like a plan.’

      Ethan strode out while she skated just in front of him, circling back when she got too far ahead. Actually, her exercise gear was growing on him. He liked watching the slide of her thighs as she took each stroke. The leggings and little tee emphasised her compact body and cute butt. She was slim, but still had curves. He liked the light flush building in her cheeks—it made her eyes sparkle more than ever.

      ‘You skate a lot?’ he asked.

      ‘I skate to work every day.’

      ‘What?’ He stopped on the footpath and waited for her to come back to him. ‘To work?’

      ‘Yeah.’ She looked surprised at his amazement. ‘And home every night. It’s only forty minutes each way.’

      ‘In the filthy London traffic and across the middle of Hyde Park? What time do you go in the morning?’

      ‘I don’t know. Seven or so. Shower and change at work. Have breakfast at my desk. It works well.’

      ‘All year—in winter?’

      ‘Well, not if it’s raining.’

      ‘But it’s dark and you’re alone. Or do you have a skate buddy or something?’

      She looked at him as if he was mad. He was mad. ‘No skate buddy.’

      ‘You shouldn’t do it.’ Some primal feeling had СКАЧАТЬ