The Platinum Collection. Maisey Yates

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СКАЧАТЬ wondered if Lucy would last with Mickey, then chewed over his own problem of even getting a start with Elizabeth.

      Why was giving in to a perfectly natural attraction such a problem to her? Why not pursue it, find out if it could lead to a really satisfying relationship? Was she so hung up on her unrequited love for Mickey that she didn’t want to admit that something else could be better?

      Whatever...he’d get to the bottom of her resistance and smash it, one way or another.

      By the next morning Harry had cooled down enough to realise he should give Elizabeth more time to come to terms with the changes in her life. He had rushed her last night. Today he would be very civilised. Though not necessarily according to her rules.

      He had breakfast on the yacht, suspecting that Elizabeth would avoid having breakfast with him in the restaurant. Undoubtedly Miss Efficiency had set her bedside alarm clock for an early hour to be up and about before any of the guests, opening the office and at her desk, ready to deal with anything that came her way. She would certainly have used the convenience of a call to the restaurant to have her breakfast delivered.

      As expected, she was at her desk when Harry strolled into the administration office. He beamed a warmly approving smile at her and put a bright lilt in his voice. ‘Good morning, Elizabeth.’

      It forced her attention away from the computer. She pasted a tight smile on her face and returned his greeting. Her big brown eyes had no shine. They were guarded, watchful. Harry knew her brick wall was up and there would be no easy door through it. The urge to at least put a chink in her defensive armour was irresistible.

      He hitched himself onto the corner of the desk, viewing her with curious interest. ‘Are you a virgin, Elizabeth?’

      That livened up her face, her eyes widening in incredulity and shooting sparks of outrage as she completely lost control of her voice, shrilling, ‘What?’ at him.

      ‘It’s a simple question,’ Harry said reasonably. ‘Are you a virgin, yes or no?’

      ‘You have no right to ask me that!’ she spluttered.

      He shrugged. ‘Why is it a problem?’

      Anger shot to the surface. ‘It’s none of your business!’

      ‘I guess the answer is yes since you’re so sensitive about it,’ he tossed at her affably.

      ‘I am not sensitive about it!’

      ‘Looks that way to me.’

      She glared at him, and if her eyes had been knives they would have stabbed him in a million painful places. Harry found it wonderfully exhilarating. He’d definitely got under her skin again, regardless of how firmly she had decided to keep him out.

      Her jaw tightened and he knew she was gritting her teeth as she struggled to bring herself under control. Finally she gnashed out the words ‘It’s just none of your business, Harry. It is totally irrelevant to this job and I’ll thank you to remember that.’

      ‘Bravo!’ he said admiringly.

      It confused her. ‘Bravo what?’

      He grinned at her. ‘The rule book rules. Almost forgot it there for a moment, didn’t you?’

      She huffed to release some of the tension he’d raised, viewing him balefully. ‘I’d appreciate it if you didn’t forget it.’

      ‘I do apologise for the transgression.’ He made a wry grimace. ‘Curiosity slipped through my usual sense of discretion. However, it does give me a better understanding of you now that I know you’re a virgin. Head stuffed with romantic dreams...’

      ‘I am not a virgin!’ tripped out of her mouth before she could stop the wave of exasperation he’d whipped up.

      He arched his eyebrows in surprise. ‘You’re not?’

      She closed her eyes. Her mouth shut into a tight thin line. Quite clearly she hated herself for biting at his bait. Harry revelled in her discomfort. Serve her right for the discomfort she’d given him last night. And it was great to have that problem box ticked off. No virginity barrier.

      Another big huff. Her eyes opened into hard, piercing slits. Shards of ice came off her tongue. ‘Can we please get down to work now?’

      ‘Jumping to it,’ he said obligingly, hitching himself off the desk and rounding it to view the computer screen. ‘Any bookings come in this morning?’

      ‘Yes.’ She swung her chair around to face the computer and started working the mouse. ‘I think I’ve dealt with them correctly. If you’ll check what I’ve done...?’

      For the next half hour Harry kept strictly to business, giving Elizabeth no reason to complain about his behaviour. She had a good understanding of what was required of administration. Supply issues still had to be addressed but that could wait until later. She was so uptight he decided to give her a break, let her relax for a while.

      ‘Before the heat of the day sets in, I’m going to call Jack Pickard to take you around the resort, show you the practical aspects of how it runs. You need to be familiar with all of it,’ he said, reaching for the telephone. ‘I’ll stand in for you here.’

      ‘Okay,’ she answered levelly, but the relief he sensed coming from her told him exactly what she was thinking.

      Escape.

      Escape from the pressure of having to keep denying what was undeniable...the constant sizzle of sexual chemistry between them.

      Harry told himself he could wait.

      Sooner or later it would come to a head and boil over.

      Then he would have her.

      * * *

      Elizabeth took an instant liking to Jack Pickard. She probably would have liked anyone who took her away from Harry this morning but Sarah’s husband was a chirpy kind of guy, nattering cheerfully about the island and his maintenance job—easy, relaxing company. He was short and wiry and his weather-beaten face had deep crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes from smiling a lot. His hair looked wiry, too, a mass of unruly curls going an iron-grey.

      ‘Show you one of the vacant villas first.’ He grinned at her. ‘Before the new guests fly in this morning.’

      ‘Do they all come by helicopter?’ Elizabeth asked.

      ‘Uh-uh. Most come by motor launch. We meet them at the jetty and drive them around to administration. Those that fly in land on the back beach and take the wooden walkway that leads here.’

      Wooden walkways led everywhere, with flights of steps wherever they were needed. The one they took to the vacant villa ran through rainforest, the lovely green canopy of foliage above it shading them from the direct heat of the sun. On either side of them were masses of tropical vegetation—palms, vines, bamboo, hibiscus, native flowers.

      The villa was situated on a hillside overlooking the bay leading into the main beach. Its front porch had a lovely view and the breeze wafting in from the sea made it a very inviting place to sit in the deckchairs СКАЧАТЬ