Australia: Wicked Mistresses. Robyn Grady

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СКАЧАТЬ a kick-butt game plan. But this morning he hadn’t wanted to face the hassle. Face the possibility that this time he might have gone beyond his limits. He’d only wanted to get back to Nina and re-ignite the fires which had raged within these walls last night.

      She affected him like a drug, and he wanted to enjoy that all-over high again and again. But he’d been an idiot, a coward, to buy into that distraction. His captivating lover also happened to be a guest at Diamond Shores—a guest who’d admitted in the plainest of terms how dissatisfied she was with the facilities. Talk about a wake-up call.

      Every day, every minute counted towards getting this resort back on its feet.

      He moved to collect the parcel bag he’d brought in.

      Nina was right. They needed to go.

      “I put your clothes in to be laundered. I had one of the boutique managers—”

      “Whose name did you use?”

      To clean her clothes?

      He frowned. “Mine.”

      Surely she wasn’t concerned about a pair of cutoffs? Although second-hand-looking fashion could be sexy.

      He retrieved a wrap and a one-piece from the bag.

      So, too, was designer fashion.

      From the bottom of the bag he handed over a pair of sunglasses. Her eyes rounded and a puff of wind left her lungs; he might have handed her a priceless jewel.

      “I’ve seen these in the window. They’re Bulgari.” She pointed out the arms. “Those are real diamonds.”

      As if on autopilot, she slipped them on and moved to the window to check her reflection. He was feeling somewhat redeemed, thinking about how big a bonus to give that astute boutique manager, when Nina’s shoulders came down and she lowered the shades.

      She turned back with a sombre face. “I can’t accept these.”

      He gave her a sidelong look. “You don’t like them?”

      “I love them.”

      “Then don’t be modest.”

      Although he did admire that quality. Women he dated were often eager to hear about gifts—the more expensive the better. When they started talking diamond rings, he stopped calling. He’d had no time for that kind of commitment. He had less time now.

      “It’s not modesty.” She joined him and handed the glasses back. “Not really.”

      His laugh was edgy. “Nina, you’re confusing me.”

      She inhaled deeply, then her gaze lowered.

      Why was she acting like this—avoiding eye contact, drawing away from him? It wasn’t that she was overwhelmed by the fact he owned this place. The only other logical answer came to mind.

      “I’m not trying to fob you off,” he assured her. “These aren’t payment or a pay-off for last night. I wanted us to spend the day here together.”

      He’d wanted her in that bed again tonight. And their time together didn’t have to be over.

      Why couldn’t their connection continue back at the resort? He didn’t know how long she was staying, but surely he would be able to wangle at least some quality time with her before he left on Monday.

      His hands settled on her hips and he urged her close. “I have an idea. Move your things into my bungalow. You haven’t been happy with Diamond Shores, but I’ll do everything I can to fix that.” His forehead tipped against hers and he grinned. “Our own private beach. The staff will treat you like a princess. There’ll be hell to pay if they don’t—”

       “No.”

      When she pulled away, the muscles in his gut wrenched. It was all he could do not to drag her back. Was it so important where they were?

      Their kind of chemistry didn’t rely on location. Even if important business was calling him away, they could still come together in the evening. After last night—the way she’d given herself so completely—Nina couldn’t pretend she hadn’t come to this island seeking a little one-on-one companionship. A fling hadn’t figured on his agenda, but it had happened. No reason in the world that it couldn’t continue a few more days yet.

      But now she seemed determined to play hard to get.

      “I want to go back.” She lifted her eyes to meet his. “And I want to stay in my own room.”

      Her cool determination hit him in the chest. He bit down and did what he should have done sooner. He found her arm, brought her back, and held her firmly against him.

      His gaze roamed her face as he spoke unforgivably near to her lips. “What about last night?”

      He’d meant what he’d said. He’d never wanted to make love to anyone the way he’d wanted to make love to her. He hadn’t been disappointed. She hadn’t been either; he’d made sure of it. After her abandon, why the hard-to-get act now?

      He held his breath.

      Or had the act been last night?

      Had this time away in the bush been nothing more than an adventure for a bored heiress?

      She didn’t answer his question. Rather the sparkle he loved to see in her eyes seemed to fade and die.

      Gabriel’s heart began to pound. He’d spoken to this woman about trust. About faith. And now, just like that, she wanted out?

      She seemed about to say something more—something important. But then the resignation returned to her face and she put out her hand to accept the clothes. “I’ll get changed and we can go.”

      He thought about her in those cut-offs … in his arms … in her prima-donna life away from here. He thought about how easily she was prepared to walk away, and a cold ball settled in the cradle of his stomach.

      Setting his jaw, he handed over the clothes and, kicking himself for almost falling for a rich girl’s games, stepped aside and let her pass.

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      NINA moved behind the curtain and changed into the stunning aqua one-piece and matching wrap Gabriel had brought back from the resort.

      She ought to feel beautiful. Special. Instead she felt empty. She’d had such high hopes this morning about how this day would evolve, but in these last few minutes everything had soured.

      Gabriel had knocked her for six with his admission that he owned this island. Owned it. She hadn’t known Diamond Shores had changed hands since Alice had helped her get her job. In effect, Gabriel was her supreme boss; as well as the woman he wanted to sleep with, she was also one of the problems he needed to have removed. How on earth was she supposed to tell him that?

      A few moments later they were tearing along the beach, the bike’s engine roaring, the ocean waves crashing—and Gabriel’s СКАЧАТЬ