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

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      ‘Because you were gagging for it.’

      She stumbled as she tried to yank her leggings up, hopping on one foot with no dignity left whatsoever. She gave in. ‘Yes, you live up to your reputation Ethan. You must be feeling very satisfied.’

      ‘Absolutely not.’

      Nonplussed, she shut up and sent him a wary glance. He looked grim.

      ‘Don’t you dare insinuate that I took advantage of you,’ he said, his temper clearly fraying as badly as hers.

      But she had to play it very cool, very sophisticated, and hide the fact her heart was still beating louder than a jackhammer and about to burst out of her mouth. ‘I wasn’t going to. You know I wanted it, Ethan. And I enjoyed it.’ She shrugged as if it had all been nothing. ‘And now I should get going.’

      ‘Because you’ve had what you wanted?’ he said bitterly. ‘So what? You’re going to go home and write about it?’

      She froze, abandoning the hunt for her bra. She’d hadn’t given a thought to the damn blogs and their little online war. This was nothing to do with that—this had been so much more to her than she’d realised even two hours ago.

      The frown thundered across his brow as he obviously took her hesitation as affirmation of guilt.

      ‘Don’t write it,’ he said.

      Nadia turned away from him and picked up her rollerblades, knowing she’d just found the way to end it with him. To escape completely. ‘But its popularity is skyrocketing.’

      ‘It’s that important to you?’

      ‘Yes, my website is very important to me. This was just a fling.’

      ‘You’re going to detail it, then?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘So you’re going to fabricate what you put on there?’

      He thought she was going to embroider on all this? He had to be joking. She turned back to glare at him. ‘Are you setting me up?’

      ‘So little trust, Nadia,’ he said coolly. ‘When you just let me right inside you.’

      Yeah, that had been utter madness. ‘I’m keeping on writing.’

      ‘Then so am I.’

      She swallowed. ‘It’ll be my perspective. Honest.’ And with zero detail.

      He leaned back on the arm of the chair, hands gripping the towel. ‘So you’re going to say you seduced me?’

      ‘Is that what you think happened?’

      ‘You made all the moves, honey.’

      Well, not quite. But she knew what he meant. She’d given the green light. ‘Only because you goaded me into it.’

      ‘So you still don’t want to take responsibility? When are you going to be honest and admit that I don’t use women? That I have fun with women who are as up for it as I am. Women. Like. You.’

      Yeah, she was one of the masses now, wasn’t she? And as pulled under his spell as they’d all been. ‘Not all women realise you’re only up for “fun”. That’s why they’ve all flocked to warn others about you.’

      ‘I don’t cheat, Nadia. I don’t ever offer them anything.’

      ‘You do. You just don’t realise it.’ He offered the sun and stars and the moon and all the excitement in the universe. And then he left a big black hole.

      His eyes darkened. ‘So what? Unconsciously somehow I’m a jerk? Is it my fault they weave some kind of fantasy after one round of sex?’

      That was a mistake she refused to make. And to avoid it she had to get out of here and away from him right now. She would not be thinking about him ever again. Not seeing him ever again. How had she ever thought she could get away with sleeping with him and come out unscathed? ‘It’s all about expectation. Do you make it clear from the beginning that it’s only three dates?’

      ‘I did with you.’

      ‘You know this situation is different. This is a total fabrication. You and I would never have met ordinarily.’

      He stood and the towel dropped from his hips. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again his shorts were back on and she could breathe.

      ‘I bet you don’t usually say, Hey, let’s go out a couple of times, maybe fool around and then let it fizzle,’ she said rawly.

      ‘I don’t know it’s going to fizzle.’

      ‘And yet it always does.’ Like hell he was actually hunting for something more.

      ‘I make it clear I’m not looking for anything serious.’ He pulled his shirt on with vicious movements, trying to justify the unjustifiable. ‘I don’t like complications.’

      ‘Why is that, exactly?’

      ‘Because I don’t like scenes like this. Why are women always so complicated?’

      ‘All humans are complicated, Ethan. Even you.’

      ‘I’m not. I have very simple needs.’

      ‘All basic instinct?’ she asked. ‘You just haven’t grown up yet. You don’t want to deal with whatever it is that makes you such a commitment-phobe.’ She tried to stuff her foot into a boot and realised something was in the way. She put her hand in instead and pulled out her damn knickers. She looped her hand through one leg of them and bent to pull the boot on.

      He swore. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

      ‘What does it look like?’

      ‘You’re not going to skate home,’ he spat. ‘Absolutely not.’

      ‘Fine.’ She ditched the boot effort and stood upright again. ‘I’ll get a cab.’

      ‘I’m driving you.’ As barefoot as she, he snatched up his keys from the floor and stomped to the door.

      Silently she followed.

      He had a car as flash as his apartment and didn’t need directions, so the trip was fast, the conversation nil.

      ‘We have one more date.’ Scathingly he broke the pulsing atmosphere as he pulled in front of her house. ‘Friday suit you?’

      Never in a million years. As far as she was concerned this whole mess was over. She was getting out of it now. ‘I can’t do Friday,’ she said, just as snappily. ‘I have another date.’

      ‘Oh, you do?’

      ‘Well, this isn’t exclusive or anything, Ethan,’ she lied, cauterising СКАЧАТЬ