some problems.
She had trembled so much when he had held her that he had feared she might break down. It was a miracle that she had grown into the competent woman she was. Clearly work had been her saviour. Only when she was working was she in control of herself.
Certainly she had been on edge in his suite. He had felt her fear. But then, surprisingly, she had let him kiss her. It had taken every ounce of his not inconsiderable self-control to contain the kiss. How he had managed it he was not sure, and as delicate as it had been it had still sent a raging heat through his body.
Kara had no idea how lovely she was—how sexy, how alluring. He could understand now why she always dressed down, why she never made anything of herself. If she dressed as most of the other women in the office did then she would have every man in the company after her. And that, he realised now, was the last thing he wanted.
She did not know it, but after he had kissed her her eyes had assumed a sparkle he had never seen before, and her skin had glowed. It had been the hardest thing in the world not to kiss her again. And even harder to let her return to her room!
‘Are you all right?’ he asked her now. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Yes, thank you,’ she answered, her eyes meeting his shyly. ‘And I’m sorry about last night.’
He shook his head. ‘Think nothing of it. You have nothing to be sorry for.’ He was the one who wassorry—sorry that she had been caused such suffering at the hands of a monster like her father. His blood still boiled every time he thought about it.
‘It actually helped, telling someone,’ she admitted with a wry twist to her lips. ‘I didn’t think it would. I’ve kept it bottled up all these years. But when I went back to my room I felt a sense of relief. I slept better than I’ve done in a long time.’
‘Then I’m glad that I could be of service.’ How any man could treat his daughter like that he had no idea. It was perhaps fortunate that he was no longer alive or he would have felt like confronting him, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He wasn’t usually a violent man, but anyone who could harm his own flesh and blood did not deserve to be treated humanely.
‘And the opera tonight? Are you looking forward to that too?’
Kara nodded. ‘Actually, yes, I am.’ After last night she felt much more at ease with Blake. Whether it was because he now knew something about her past, or because she had spent so much time with him and got to know him better she wasn’t sure. But she was beginning to see him as a man instead of her boss. A good-looking, sexy man who had lit a fire inside her. The idea that confession was good for the soul had certainly been true in her case. She felt as though a great big weight had been lifted from her shoulders and now there was a whole bright new future ahead.
‘I thought we might have dinner somewhere first. Unless you’d prefer to eat after the theatre?’
‘I think before.’ She could imagine that a late dinner would lead to a late evening, and that could lead to…
Kara allowed her thoughts to go no further. The way she had relaxed in Blake’s company last night, responded to him, still scared her slightly. It was hard to get it out of her mind.
‘What do I wear?’ she asked him now. ‘I’m not sure I have anything suitable.’
Blake smiled. ‘The black dress you wore the other night will be perfect, Kara.’
Dinner was everything Kara had expected it to be. The restaurant was not far from the theatre, and served exquisite food in stunning surroundings. She chose sole fillet with asparagus for her main course, and it was truly the most delicious fish she had ever eaten.
But her attention was not on the food. It was on Blake instead. Ever since that kiss he had filled her body and her mind, and she was beginning to wonder whether it was wise spending so much time with him. Her heart seemed to have developed a mind of its own, fluttering
She had trembled so much when he had held her that he had feared she might break down. It was a miracle that she had grown into the competent woman she was. Clearly work had been her saviour. Only when she was working was she in control of herself.
Certainly she had been on edge in his suite. He had felt her fear. But then, surprisingly, she had let him kiss her. It had taken every ounce of his not inconsiderable self-control to contain the kiss. How he had managed it he was not sure, and as delicate as it had been it had still sent a raging heat through his body.
Kara had no idea how lovely she was—how sexy, how alluring. He could understand now why she always dressed down, why she never made anything of herself. If she dressed as most of the other women in the office did then she would have every man in the company after her. And that, he realised now, was the last thing he wanted.
She did not know it, but after he had kissed her her eyes had assumed a sparkle he had never seen before, and her skin had glowed. It had been the hardest thing in the world not to kiss her again. And even harder to let her return to her room!
‘Are you all right?’ he asked her now. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Yes, thank you,’ she answered, her eyes meeting his shyly. ‘And I’m sorry about last night.’
He shook his head. ‘Think nothing of it. You have nothing to be sorry for.’ He was the one who wassorry—sorry that she had been caused such suffering at the hands of a monster like her father. His blood still boiled every time he thought about it.
‘It actually helped, telling someone,’ she admitted with a wry twist to her lips. ‘I didn’t think it would. I’ve kept it bottled up all these years. But when I went back to my room I felt a sense of relief. I slept better than I’ve done in a long time.’
‘Then I’m glad that I could be of service.’ How any man could treat his daughter like that he had no idea. It was perhaps fortunate that he was no longer alive or he would have felt like confronting him, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He wasn’t usually a violent man, but anyone who could harm his own flesh and blood did not deserve to be treated humanely.
‘And the opera tonight? Are you looking forward to that too?’
Kara nodded. ‘Actually, yes, I am.’ After last night she felt much more at ease with Blake. Whether it was because he now knew something about her past, or because she had spent so much time with him and got to know him better she wasn’t sure. But she was beginning to see him as a man instead of her boss. A good-looking, sexy man who had lit a fire inside her. The idea that confession was good for the soul had certainly been true in her case. She felt as though a great big weight had been lifted from her shoulders and now there was a whole bright new future ahead.
‘I thought we might have dinner somewhere first. Unless you’d prefer to eat after the theatre?’
‘I think before.’ She could imagine that a late dinner would lead to a late evening, and that could lead to…
Kara allowed her thoughts to go no further. The way she had relaxed in Blake’s company last night, responded to him, still scared her slightly. It was hard to get it out of her mind.
‘What do I wear?’ she asked him now. ‘I’m not sure I have anything suitable.’
Blake smiled. ‘The black dress you wore the other night will be perfect, Kara.’
Dinner was everything Kara had expected it to be. The restaurant was not far from the theatre, and served exquisite food in stunning surroundings. She chose sole fillet with asparagus for her main course, and it was truly the most delicious fish she had ever eaten.
But her attention was not on the food. It was on Blake instead. Ever since that kiss he had filled her body and her mind, and she was beginning to wonder whether it was wise spending so much time with him. Her heart seemed to have developed a mind of its own, fluttering
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