Forbidden Seductions. India Grey

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СКАЧАТЬ expelled a nervous breath. ‘No. Why would you think that?’ she asked sarcastically. ‘I’m often stalked by strange men after school.’

      Dominic sighed. ‘I wasn’t stalking you.’

      ‘What would you call it, then?’

      ‘I was waiting for you,’ he said mildly. ‘Come on. I’ll give you a lift home.’

      ‘That’s not necessary.’

      ‘Dammit, I know it’s not necessary!’ exclaimed Dominic tersely. He blew out a breath, calming himself. ‘OK. What would you rather do? Go to a pub and have a drink? Or come back to the hotel and speak to Serena? It’s all the same to me.’

      ‘And what if I don’t want to do any of those things?’ Cleo asked, aware that the words sounded childish even to her ears.

      ‘Oh, please…’ Dominic counted to five before continuing, ‘This isn’t going to go away, Cleo. Your grandfather has terminal cancer. Do you want him to go to his grave knowing his only granddaughter was too stubborn—or too proud—to admit that she might be wrong?’

      Cleo met his gaze defiantly for a moment, and then she looked away. ‘No,’ she mumbled reluctantly.

      ‘So what’s it to be?’

      ‘What do you mean?’ She was wary.

      ‘Your place, a bar, or the hotel? It’s your call.’ Dominic glanced about him. ‘Make up your mind. I’m getting wet.’ Cleo hesitated.

      If she took him back to the apartment, there was a risk that Norah might come home early. And so far she hadn’t had a chance to tell her friend about his visit the night before.

      But equally, she had no desire to go to his hotel room. What if Serena wasn’t there? That troubled her, too, more than she wanted to admit.

      ‘Um—perhaps we could have a drink,’ she murmured at last, and Dominic breathed a sigh of relief.

      ‘OK,’ he said, ‘where? Is there somewhere near here?’

      ‘No, not here,’ said Cleo quickly, and Dominic arched a quizzical brow.

      ‘No?’

      ‘You wouldn’t like any of the pubs around here,’ Cleo assured him firmly, looping the strap of her bag over her shoulder again, almost poking him in the eye with her umbrella as she did so.

      But she didn’t want to have to explain to any of her colleagues, who might be lurking in the saloon bar of the King’s Head, what she was doing having a drink with a—well, sexy stranger, who was evidently far out of her usual sphere of escorts.

      ‘Where, then?’

      He sounded impatient and Cleo licked dry lips before saying awkwardly, ‘There’s a hotel at the next crossroads. Could we go there?’

      ‘You tell me.’ Dominic swung open the passenger-side door. ‘D’you want to get in?’

      ‘Oh—yes. Thanks.’ Cleo closed her umbrella without causing any more damage and climbed into the front of the car.

      It smelled deliciously of warmth and leather, and when Dominic got in beside her she detected his shaving lotion also. It wasn’t obvious; just pleasantly subtle. But it created an intimacy around them that caused Cleo to shift a little nervously in her seat.

      ‘Is something wrong?’

      Dominic had noticed and was looking her way now. Cleo managed a convulsive shake of her head.

      ‘Just getting comfortable,’ she murmured, far too aware of the taut fabric moulding his thigh just inches from her own.

      She endeavoured to concentrate on the vehicle. It was superbly sprung, superbly comfortable, and Cleo was half sorry she was only going to enjoy it for such a short time. But perhaps it was just as well. She was far too aware of the man beside her.

      Her brother!

      But no. There had to be some other explanation. A surreptitious glance in Dominic’s direction assured her that they were nothing alike. They were both dark-haired, of course, but so were at least a third of the population. And he owed the colour of his skin to the heat of a Caribbean sun, whereas she—

      ‘Is this the place you meant?’

      She’d hardly been aware of them moving, let alone that he’d driven in the right direction and was now slowing for the turn into the grounds of the hotel she’d mentioned.

      ‘Oh—yes,’ she said, recovering herself with an effort. ‘I—er—I can’t stay long. I’ve got a lot of marking to do tonight.’

      Dominic didn’t make any comment. Instead, he pulled into a parking bay, shoved open his door again and thrust long legs out of the car. Cleo hurriedly followed suit and he slammed her door behind her, pressing the fob to lock the vehicle.

      Cleo had only been in the hotel once before and that had been on the occasion of a friend’s wedding. The reception had been held in the conference room and she remembered lots of seafood, vol-au-vents and cheap champagne.

      On reflection, she thought perhaps it hadn’t been the wisest place to bring a man like Dominic Montoya. He was bound to think it was seedy and not up to his usual standard.

      In fact, the lobby was encouraging. Someone had placed a large tub of late chrysanthemums on a table in the middle of the floor, and the signs indicating the various public rooms of the hotel were well-lit.

      ‘Shall we go into the cocktail bar?’ she asked, with a confidence she was far from feeling. ‘I imagine we can get tea or coffee in there.’

      ‘Tea or coffee?’ Dominic’s lips twitched. ‘Well, yeah, if that’s what you want.’

      ‘It is.’ Cleo spoke firmly. ‘I don’t drink, Mr Montoya.’

      She started across the floor and to her relief he accompanied her. But she couldn’t help being aware of the speculative glances they were attracting from female staff and patrons alike. They were probably wondering what a hunk like him was doing with someone like her, she thought ruefully.

      Even in casual clothes, Dominic Montoya exuded an air of power and authority that was hard to ignore. Whereas she, in a dark green sweater, khaki trousers and an orange parka jacket felt—and probably looked—as if she was out of her depth.

      Thankfully, the cocktail bar was almost empty at this hour of the afternoon. They had their choice of tables and Cleo chose one that was both clearly visible from the bar and near the exit.

      A waitress came at once to take their order, not turning a hair when Dominic requested coffee for two.

      ‘Is that OK with you?’ he asked, taking the armchair opposite. ‘I can’t say I’m a great fan of tea myself.’

      ‘Coffee’s fine,’ agreed Cleo tensely. ‘Thank you.’

      ‘Hey, no problem,’ he responded, picking СКАЧАТЬ