Irresistibly Exotic Men. Laura Iding

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СКАЧАТЬ paused for an interminably long moment, until Beth grudgingly reeled off an address.

      As he gave details, he pointedly ignored Beth’s impatient snort. But when she attempted to interrupt, he held up a hand, silencing her. A complex play of emotions flitted across her face—annoyance, indignation—along with a scowl. Obviously she wasn’t used to being silenced. Fascinated, he watched her wrestle with the anger banking in her eyes. For a second he wasn’t sure control would win out.

      “Gotcha,” Dylan said. “When do you want this info?”

      “Yesterday.”

      Dylan laughed. “Right. I’m off to Cairns for a court appearance this afternoon, then I’m booked solid until Friday. I could hand it over to one of my guys—”

      “No. I’d much rather you handle it.”

      “Okay. So it’ll have to wait until Sunday.”

      Four days? Luke frowned. “Sure.” Then he hung up.

      Beth rounded on him. “I didn’t ask for your help!” Her eyes narrowed, her expression tight. “Or is poking about in people’s lives just something that comes naturally?”

      He slowly crossed his arms. “Dylan’s a P.I. and can find your runaway a lot quicker than the bank or the cops. I’m not interested in your secrets, Beth,” he lied smoothly.

      “Just make sure it stays that way.” The fire retreated as she darted her gaze away to a point past his shoulder. “My private life stays private.”

      Luke swallowed the unspoken question teetering on the tip of his tongue. Somehow he didn’t think voicing his opinion on her trust issues would bode well for their tentative truce.

      “White-collar crime is more common than you think.”

      “Gee, that makes me feel so much better.”

      He ignored her sarcasm and started dialing Gino’s solicitor again. “And we need to prove I’m telling the truth.”

      Luck was definitely not with him. After a few minutes of the busy signal, he clicked off with a foul curse. “I need to see your lease.”

      Her eyes narrowed then zeroed in on his hand where he’d begun to rub his neck.

      “Wait here.” But when he stood, she took a step back. “What?”

      “Wouldn’t have any more coffee, would you?”

      She paused. “In the kitchen.” Then, reluctantly, “Fine. Come in.”

      Beth was acutely aware of his presence as she gathered up the carnations then walked into the kitchen. She got an empty vase from the cupboard, filled it with water then arranged the flowers, all the while trying to ignore the whirl of confusing reactions circling inside.

      “Mind if I have some toast?” he asked when she finally finished.

      She sighed. What’s one more oddity in a day like today? “Help yourself,” she muttered and walked out of the kitchen.

      When Beth returned, she paused in the doorway, watching as Luke stood at the counter eating Vegemite-smothered toast.

      I’ll bet relax is not in his vocabulary. Yet despite that small flaw, he was a perfect specimen. He had shoulders broader than a man had any right to have. His Mediterranean skin was a healthy tan and from what she could see, not one ounce of fat insulted that perfect physique. It was a functional, red-blooded, well-kept body … and looked far too warm and touchable for her liking. Despite herself she wanted to touch him, wanted to ease out the tension furrowing his brow, trail her hands down those beautiful forearms, over his chest, feel the heat radiating there, maybe even—

      Annoyance chased away the threads of attraction. After her past mistakes, she’d vowed never to let anyone get that close again.

      And now Luke was making himself at home in her kitchen. He’d even mastered her temperamental toaster, because just as the offending appliance flung a piece of toast high into the air, Luke caught it as skillfully as a Brisbane Broncos halfback.

      She’d never been able to judge the trajectory on that stupid thing.

      She laid her papers on the kitchen table. “Here’s everything. You should also know I have a legally binding tenancy agreement.”

      She savored the small bittersweet triumph, even as he grabbed the documents and scanned them with a black scowl.

      But as she watched him read, that feeling of victory slowly leeched away. Three months. Only a blink away. If he was telling the truth, could he actually sell her home from under her feet regardless of that bit of paper?

      This house meant more to her than a roof. It was a home, a sanctuary. It was her home. After so many years of not belonging, it was a symbol of how far she’d come and everything she’d struggled for. And there was no way some high-priced banker with a sinful smile would force her out.

      She needed expert legal advice—except she couldn’t afford it.

      She eyeballed Luke still studying her papers, his shirt tight across his shoulders as he leaned over the table. Amazing how such a large piece of clothing provided so little cover.

      With awareness prickling her skin, she reached for the coffeepot and poured herself a cup. Gently blowing the steam off, she lifted her eyes, only to find his intent on the rim of her cup.

      On her lips.

      She swallowed, lowered the cup and waved to her papers. “Does that prove I’m not lying?”

      “It looks legitimate.” He pointed to a signature. “The agency has a management agreement, acting on behalf of the owners.”

      “That’s right.”

      “So you have no idea who the real owners are?”

      “No.” From the look on his face he obviously didn’t like her answer. “So our next move is …?”

      “I’m going to see Gino’s lawyers.”

      “You mean, we’re going.” She put her cup in the sink, the coffee now a tart taste in her mouth.

      He flexed his back and grimaced but said nothing.

      She scowled. “I’m going to be frank with you, Mr. De Rossi. I am not impressed with you—not by your power or your wealth. I know people like you.”

      His eyes narrowed. “Really.”

      “Yes. Men dedicated to their jobs, their own needs. They think that with one killer smile, anyone can be swayed into changing a decision. They have to be in control twenty-four hours a day.”

      “All that just by looking at me, hey?”

      “I’ve had a lot of practice. And just so you know, don’t even think about trying to charm me. I’m immune.”

      Luke СКАЧАТЬ