Modern Romance July 2015 Books 1-4. Maisey Yates

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      FRUSTRATION WAS NEVER a good feeling to wake up to, but Jessica supposed it was preferable to regret.

      Standing beneath the pounding jets of the shower, she scrubbed furiously at her skin, as if doing that would wash the Greek from her memory, but nothing could shift the annoying thoughts going round and round inside her head. Had she been crazy not to invite Loukas into her suite, to kill the fantasy of her ex-lover once and for all? To make her realise that she’d been building him up into some kind of god for all these years, when in reality he was a mere mortal?

      She reminded herself of the evening they’d shared. He had shown her no real affection, had he? He had taken her to dinner, then made a cold-blooded move on her afterwards. He had made her feel more like a potential conquest than an object of desire. Was she so desperate for sex that she was regretting not having settled for that? No, she was not. She needed to keep her wits about her and she needed to stay in control.

      Pulling on a pair of linen trousers, she buttoned up her shirt and twisted her hair into a bun and was just clipping pearl studs into her ears when the phone beside the bed shattered the silence. She hesitated for a moment before picking up the handset. ‘Yes?’

      ‘Sleep well?’

      The deep voice washed over her like dark honey. It made staying in control seem like the hardest thing in the world.

      ‘Like a log,’ she lied. ‘Did you?’

      ‘No, not really.’ His voice dipped. ‘I kept being woken up by the most erotic dreams imaginable and they all seemed to involve you. I blame you for my disturbed night, Jess.’

      ‘Because you didn’t get what you wanted?’

      Loukas didn’t answer. If only it were as simple as that. If only his frustration could be put down to the fact that she’d stopped him making love to her—but it wasn’t that simple. It was starting to feel complicated and he didn’t do complicated. Why had it become so important to possess her again, and why was she so determined to fight him?

      He knew she wanted him—she’d made that very clear—and yet she had resisted. He wondered if she revelled in the power it gave her—to tap into that icy self-control which she pulled out just when you were least expecting it. She had fallen apart in his arms the moment he’d touched her, and yet still she had said no.

      His mouth hardened. He was aware that he had the double standards of many men to whom sex had always come easily, but his attitudes had been reinforced by the unhappiness of his childhood and the things he had witnessed. Those things had soured him towards the opposite sex and the women he had met subsequently had done little to help modify his prejudices.

      But Jess was different. She had always been different. Not just because she was streamlined and blonde, when his taste had always tended towards fleshy brunettes. She was the one woman who had walked away from him. The one he had never been able to work out. She had that indefinable something called class, which no amount of money could ever buy. It had been her aloofness which had first drawn him to her—something he’d never come into contact with before. That sense of physical and emotional distance had fascinated him and so had she. She was the first woman he’d ever had to woo. The first—and only—woman he’d ever bought flowers for. Had she secretly laughed at his cheap little offering—when sophisticated bouquets had awaited her when she walked off the tennis court? He’d often wondered whether it had been her secret fantasy to take someone СКАЧАТЬ