The Antonakos Marriage. Kate Walker

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СКАЧАТЬ her face full on now, in the light from the doorway, he found that the promise suggested by her back, her profile, indoors, was more than fulfilled by the reality.

      She was gorgeous. A pale, oval face. Stunning light coloured eyes, with incredibly thick, lush lashes. A full, soft mouth seemed just made for kisses, and the thoughts that imagining that mouth on his own skin triggered off were so X-rated that he was glad of the shadows in the street, the darkness of the evening, that hid his response from her.

      ‘And I should introduce myself.’

      Her hand came out, stiffly formal.

      ‘I’m—Skye…’

      The hesitation before her name and the way that she didn’t add a surname told him she didn’t want to trust him with the full details of her identity. Fair enough, that was fine with him.

      ‘Anton,’ he growled, knowing he was forced to take her hand, but making the contact as brief and brusque as possible before letting it drop.

      He didn’t want a repeat of the cruelly demanding sensations he’d experienced before, especially when it seemed that this Skye was determined to be on her way as soon as possible and there was no chance of taking things any further.

      ‘Anton.’

      The way that she echoed the name he had given her made him wonder if she really knew, or suspected, it was not genuine.

      He didn’t give a damn one way or another. Even here, in England, the Antonakos name—and, more importantly, the Antonakos fortune—was so well known that the realisation he was a member of that family was enough to create an interest where there wasn’t one, to put a speculative light in the eye of anyone he met.

      And, in his experience, women were the worst offenders. Along with the name Antonakos, they saw the prospect of a meal ticket for life; a future of luxury and ease, if they could just play their cards right.

      As he was not at all sure what sort of cards this Skye, whoever she was, was about to play; he preferred to keep his own—and the truth of his identity—very close to his chest.

      Not that she seemed in the least interested right now. Those pale eyes were scanning the street, looking up and down the road.

      ‘Are you looking for someone?’

      Suspicion made him voice it. Damn it, had he got this all wrong from the start? He cursed under his breath at the way that thought made him feel. He didn’t want her to have been really waiting for anyone. He had assumed that the lover she had claimed was imaginary—had wanted him not to exist.

      The truth was that he wanted this woman for himself, and right now he was prepared to do whatever it took to get her.

      ‘Was that boyfriend you mentioned real after all?’

      ‘Oh, no.’

      The shake of her head sent the red-gold fall of her hair flying around her face, tiny drops of rain shimmering in its depths from the drizzle that was falling.

      ‘No, I made him up in the hope they would let me go. I wasn’t looking for anyone—just a taxi.’

      ‘I can give you a lift anywhere you want to go.’

      ‘A taxi will be fine.’ It was the vocal equivalent of several steps backwards and away from him. No physical action could have put more of a distance between them.

      A black cab was approaching and she lifted a hand to hail it, but too late. It swept past in a spray of water from the puddles filling the gutter, spattering her skirt and legs with mud.

      ‘I can give you a lift anywhere you want to go.’

      The way he repeated his exact words of just moments before brought Skye’s eyes to his face in a rush. Meeting the glittering darkness of his gaze, seeing the way that the muscles of his jaw were drawn tight, she knew a sinking sense of realisation.

      She’d insulted him with her refusal. He was angry too, something that told her how much her rejection had meant to him.

      ‘I—was trying to be sensible,’ she managed.

      ‘Isn’t it a little late for that now?’

      ‘What do you mean by that?’

      ‘Well, the situation you got yourself into back there—’ His dark head nodded towards the noisy, smoky bar. ‘That was hardly the action of a sensible person.’

      The deliberate emphasis on the repeated word goaded her, as she was sure it was meant to do, sparking her temper and bringing her chin up, eyes flashing angry fire.

      ‘I didn’t exactly ask for that!’ she snapped. ‘It just happened!’

      ‘I only offered you a lift in my car.’

      The resignation in his tone had a hard edge to it, one that warned her of the way his temper was fraying at the edges.

      ‘I’m sor—’ she began, but he ignored her and rushed on angrily.

      ‘I was brought up never to let a woman risk being on her own, if I could do anything to help her.’

      ‘Then get me a taxi—please.’

      She prayed he wouldn’t argue further. She was rapidly losing her grip on her self-control as it was.

      ‘No.’

      It was cold and hard and unyielding, and it chilled her blood just to hear it.

      Out of the frying-pan and into the fire. The ominous phrase that had slipped into her head in the first moments they had been outside now pounded round and round inside her skull until she felt as if her mind would explode.

      ‘You don’t need a taxi. I will take you wherever you want to go.’

      Skye’s eyes closed on a shudder of horror as she tried to imagine just how that scenario would play out. She didn’t even want to think of her father’s reaction if she was to arrive home in a strange car—with an unknown man. Even less did she want to imagine the way her prospective fiancé would view that situation.

      Oh, why had she ever thought she could do this? Why had she let herself believe that she could fling herself into one night of liberty just to try and put a temporary barrier between herself and the future that lay ahead of her?

      Why had she ever imagined that she could have one night in which she lived the same sort of life as her friends, as other young women her age? One night of total freedom, of irresponsibility, of reckless abandon before the walls of restraint and restriction closed round her once and for all?

      She had never been able to live that way even when she had had her freedom—the freedom of youth. So why had she ever thought she could do it now, just for tonight? She had been out of her depth from the start—and she was sinking in deeper with every second that passed.

      ‘I’ll get one myself, then.’

      She swung away from him violently, knowing in her heart that she was really running from herself, not СКАЧАТЬ