TV news reporterâs openly sexual underwear from the âwashing lineâ she had managed to delude one of the raw recruits into erecting for her. It seemed incomprehensible to him that he should be feeling such a fierce surge of sexual reaction now!
The sensation of his body beginning to strain against the constriction of his clothes had him ceasing his search to question what on earth his body thought it was doing.
Suzy, her toiletries packed, emerged from the bathroom and froze at the sight of Luke standing in front of the chest, one of her bras in his hand.
âWhat are you doing? How dare you touch myâ¦my clothes?â
Like a small whirlwind, Suzy dropped her toiletries bag on the bed and snatched her bra from Lukeâs grasp, bundling it and as much of the other contents of the drawer as she could manage into her open case.
He had sent her into the bathroom deliberately so that he could go through her things! What in hellâs name was happening to him? Luke wondered in disbelief as her angry, almost anguished movements caused an unexpected and fierce resurgence of the erection he thought he had tamed.
Furious with himself for his physical response to her, he told her sharply, âForget the shocked virgin actâit doesnât work. It stopped working for any woman over eighteen years ago, and when it comes to a woman like youâ¦â
What would he do if she turned round now and told him just how wrong he was? Suzy wondered bitterly as her hands trembled over her final packing. But of course she already knew, didnât she? He simply would not believe her. He would not accept that her experience was limited to one fumbling incident whilst at university, in which she and her partner had both lost their virginity. Their relationship had ended with no regrets on either part when she had decided to give up her studies to nurse her motherâ¦
âTimeâs up,â Luke announced tersely.
Another minute in this room, with its huge bed and her scent lying on the warm afternoon air, and he was not sureâ¦
He was not sure what? Luke questioned himself brutally.
His body gave him an answer his professionalism wanted to deny.
He wasnât sure he wouldnât be able to stop himself from spreading her on that bed andâ¦
Ignoring the savage ache in his groin, Luke searched the room silently, checking every drawer and cupboard and even looking under the bed and on top of the wardrobe before reaching for Suzyâs suitcase.
CHAPTER FIVE
âC OME onâand remember I shall be watching your every step and your every word. One move out of line and youâll be in an Italian prison faster than you can take another breath,â Luke warned Suzy as they stood in the late-afternoon sunshine of the villaâs impressive forecourt, with the villa itself behind them and Suzyâs case at Lukeâs feet. Any chance she might have had of escaping disappeared, as their taxi drove away.
âYou will never be able to get away with this,â Suzy warned him angrily. âSomeone is bound to suspectâ¦â
âIf by âsomeoneâ you mean Sir Peter Verey, then Iâm afraid youâre going to be disappointed. Heâs far too busy trying to cope with his children,â Luke told her grimly.
âWhat do you mean âcope with his childrenâ?â Suzy demanded.
Lukeâs comment had all the hallmarks of the kind of old-fashioned attitude towards parenting which she personally deplored.
âWhy shouldnât he look after them? If his wifeââ
Luke looked at her, well aware of her antagonism.
âTheir mother is actually his ex-wife. She left him for someone much richer! And as for looking after his childrenâ¦They are probably more capable of looking after him than the other way around,â Luke announced dryly. âPeter is the product of a typical upper-class upbringing and totally incapable of any kind of
The sensation of his body beginning to strain against the constriction of his clothes had him ceasing his search to question what on earth his body thought it was doing.
Suzy, her toiletries packed, emerged from the bathroom and froze at the sight of Luke standing in front of the chest, one of her bras in his hand.
âWhat are you doing? How dare you touch myâ¦my clothes?â
Like a small whirlwind, Suzy dropped her toiletries bag on the bed and snatched her bra from Lukeâs grasp, bundling it and as much of the other contents of the drawer as she could manage into her open case.
He had sent her into the bathroom deliberately so that he could go through her things! What in hellâs name was happening to him? Luke wondered in disbelief as her angry, almost anguished movements caused an unexpected and fierce resurgence of the erection he thought he had tamed.
Furious with himself for his physical response to her, he told her sharply, âForget the shocked virgin actâit doesnât work. It stopped working for any woman over eighteen years ago, and when it comes to a woman like youâ¦â
What would he do if she turned round now and told him just how wrong he was? Suzy wondered bitterly as her hands trembled over her final packing. But of course she already knew, didnât she? He simply would not believe her. He would not accept that her experience was limited to one fumbling incident whilst at university, in which she and her partner had both lost their virginity. Their relationship had ended with no regrets on either part when she had decided to give up her studies to nurse her motherâ¦
âTimeâs up,â Luke announced tersely.
Another minute in this room, with its huge bed and her scent lying on the warm afternoon air, and he was not sureâ¦
He was not sure what? Luke questioned himself brutally.
His body gave him an answer his professionalism wanted to deny.
He wasnât sure he wouldnât be able to stop himself from spreading her on that bed andâ¦
Ignoring the savage ache in his groin, Luke searched the room silently, checking every drawer and cupboard and even looking under the bed and on top of the wardrobe before reaching for Suzyâs suitcase.
CHAPTER FIVE
âC OME onâand remember I shall be watching your every step and your every word. One move out of line and youâll be in an Italian prison faster than you can take another breath,â Luke warned Suzy as they stood in the late-afternoon sunshine of the villaâs impressive forecourt, with the villa itself behind them and Suzyâs case at Lukeâs feet. Any chance she might have had of escaping disappeared, as their taxi drove away.
âYou will never be able to get away with this,â Suzy warned him angrily. âSomeone is bound to suspectâ¦â
âIf by âsomeoneâ you mean Sir Peter Verey, then Iâm afraid youâre going to be disappointed. Heâs far too busy trying to cope with his children,â Luke told her grimly.
âWhat do you mean âcope with his childrenâ?â Suzy demanded.
Lukeâs comment had all the hallmarks of the kind of old-fashioned attitude towards parenting which she personally deplored.
âWhy shouldnât he look after them? If his wifeââ
Luke looked at her, well aware of her antagonism.
âTheir mother is actually his ex-wife. She left him for someone much richer! And as for looking after his childrenâ¦They are probably more capable of looking after him than the other way around,â Luke announced dryly. âPeter is the product of a typical upper-class upbringing and totally incapable of any kind of
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