Out of Hours...Boardroom Seductions: One-Night Mistress...Convenient Wife / Innocent in the Italian's Possession / Hot Boss, Wicked Nights. Anne Oliver

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      It was her problem she loved him. Her foolishness, perhaps. She knew the gentleness and vulnerability wouldn’t last. She knew the armor, gone now, would come back in the strong light of day.

      He would be Christo Savas again, the tough lawyer the world knew.

      But she would know this Christo. She would have these memories. She had broken through the armor to the man inside.

      And she dared hope—dared believe—that he would find joy in letting her in, in sharing the intimacies they’d shared again. And again.

      She lifted a hand and touched his hair. It was both crisp and soft under her fingers. She trailed them down to trace the line of his ear and jaw. She pressed a finger lightly to his lips, felt his breath against it almost like a kiss.

      He didn’t wake. He only sighed. And smiled the barest of smiles.

      Natalie smiled, too, and knew that whatever happened, she would never regret this night. She slid her arm around him and rested her head against his chest. In her ear she could feel the solid strong beat of his heart.

      She loved listening to it. Loved being this close to him. Had loved being even closer.

      Three years she had waited. But he had been worth waiting for.

      “I love you,” she whispered and pressed a kiss to his chest. Then she closed her eyes, too, and slept.

      In the morning, when she awoke, he was gone.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      “YOU look bright,” Sophy studied Natalie with unabashed interest when she walked into the office the next morning.

      “Glad to be back,” Natalie said airily. It was partly the truth, but not the part that was making it a struggle to keep the grin off her face. Even though Christo had been gone when she got up, she hadn’t been able to stop smiling.

      The memories of the night before had a lot to do with it. But even more was the note on the dining-room table that said in Christo’s spiky neat writing, “I’ll see you tonight.”

      “Things worked out okay with Christo, then?”

      Natalie did a momentary double-take, then realized Sophy had no way of knowing anything about last night, that it wasn’t what had happened between her and Christo that her cousin was talking about.

      “Um, at work, you mean? Yes. Yes, they did.” Natalie busied herself unpacking her laptop, setting it up, plugging in the power cord.

      Sophy regarded her speculatively. “And what about not at work?” she ventured after a long moment.

      Natalie felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “Fine,” she said shortly. “He’s fine.” But she didn’t meet Sophy’s gaze, though she could certainly feel her cousin’s curious eyes on her.

      Then there was a sharp intake of breath. “You’re not telling me something,” Sophy said.

      “Nothing to tell. I finished work for him yesterday. His old temp is back today.”

      Sophy didn’t say anything.

      Natalie looked over at her. Sophy’s gaze was narrow, assessing her every move. And clearly detecting the hint of a smile that Natalie couldn’t quite hide.

      “You did it,” Sophy breathed. “Didn’t you?” she pressed when Natalie didn’t immediately reply.

      In fact, Natalie had no intention of replying. She didn’t kiss and tell. Or do anything else and tell about it, either.

      “I just said he was fine. That’s all I said.” She fixed a glare on Sophy.

      But whatever subtle signs the other woman was reading, she had no doubt. “Wow,” she said softly. Then she leaned toward Natalie, her dark eyes gentle and concerned. “So, who changed? Christo? Or you?”

      There was no point in pretending she didn’t know what Sophy was talking about. But Natalie sat down and booted up her computer before she answered.

      Then she said with quiet honesty, “I don’t know.”

      “Oh, dear. You be careful. Those Savas men are hell on hearts.”

      Sophy knew that better than almost anyone, having been married to one of Christo’s cousins briefly a few years ago.

      “Christo’s not at all like George,” Natalie protested. George was a physicist, for heaven’s sake.

      “He broke my heart,” Sophy said flatly. “Just don’t let Christo break yours.”

      He was on her doorstep shortly before seven.

      Natalie had glimpsed Christo as he crossed the garden to come up the stairs, and she felt an immediate impulse to fly to the door. Not a good idea, she told herself.

      The momentary panic she’d felt at awakening and discovering he was gone had evaporated during the day. She’d slept in.

      Be honest, but not insane, she counseled herself. And so she waited until he knocked. Then she ran her hands down the sides of the casual yellow canvas pants she wore, and far more calmly and sedately than she felt, opened the door.

      “Hey.” He smiled at her. “Are we okay?”

      She blinked at the seriousness in his eyes, despite the smile on his lips. “Okay?”

      He lifted one broad shoulder, and his mouth twisted a little wryly. “I thought you might regret it.”

      Natalie swallowed. “Regret? Should I?”

      “You know what I said about commitment, promises, the way I feel about long-term commitment…” Christo’s voice trailed off and he looked at her expectantly.

      “I know what you said,” she agreed, keeping her voice even, betraying as little emotion as she could.

      She didn’t quite feel the equanimity she hoped she was expressing. But Christo wasn’t telling her anything she hadn’t heard from him already. He’d made no promises—except perhaps for promising that he would make none.

      She’d assured him that she could handle it.

      Now she reminded herself firmly that she could handle it. “I’m okay,” she said and smiled at him, giving him her heart in her eyes whether he chose to see it or not.

      What he saw she wasn’t sure, but when she opened the door wider and waved him in, he entered, only pausing to give her a long and amazing kiss that had her bones melting before he moved on to the living room.

      “Gotta finish these,” he said, nodding at the bookcases they’d abandoned half in and half out of their spots on either side of the fireplace. “Then I thought we could grab a bite to eat. Yes?” He slanted a glance СКАЧАТЬ