Envy by Sandra Brown
Authors: Sandra Brown
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Psychological, Islands, Revenge, Georgia, Romantic suspense novels, Women editors, Editors, Novelists, Authors and Publishers
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you."
"I don't like being obligated to Nadia."
"I don't like being obligated to anyone. On the other hand, it's not very smart to intentionally alienate Nadia. If she likes you, she
#bestows favors. If she dislikes you, she ##73
can inflict serious damage."
"And either way--if you're a man--you get screwed."
That caused him to smile. "Why is it that a woman, and especially you, is never more beautiful than when she's angry?"
"I was."
"I know."
"I _am."
"Don't be. I'm sorry I worried you.
I didn't mean to." He looked at her and smiled gently. "You have no reason to be jealous, you know."
"Oh, really?" she asked, deadpan. "I think I have every right to be paranoid, considering the number of affairs you had before we were married."
"You had affairs, too, Maris."
"Two. You had that many a week, and you had a ten-year head start."
He grinned at her exaggeration. "I'm not even going to honor that with a comment. The point is that I married you."
"Sacrificing all that fun."
Laughing, he patted the spot beside him on the bed. "Why don't you stop this nonsense, retract the talons, and simply forgive me?
You know you want to."
Her eyes narrowed with feigned malevolence.
"Don't push it."
"Maris?"
Reluctantly she moved toward him. When she was still a distance away, he reached out far enough to take her hand and draw her down beside him on the bed. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She put up token resistance, but not for long.
When their first long kiss ended, she whispered,
"I hankered for this all day yesterday."
"All you had to do was ask."
"I did."
"So you did," he said with a regretful sigh.
"Let me make it up to you."
"Better late than never."
"Didn't you say something earlier about dispensing with these jammies?"
Moments later they were both down to their skin.
Nibbling her neck, he asked, "Who called?"
"Hmm?"
"The telephone call that woke us up. Who was
#it?" ###############################75
"That can wait." Seizing the initiative, she guided his hand down her belly to the notch of her thighs. "If you want to talk now, Noah, talk dirty."
CHAPTER 4
Daniel Matherly laid aside the
manuscript pages and thoughtfully pinched his lower lip between his thumb and fingers.
"What do you think?" Maris asked. "Is it my imagination or is it good?"
Taking advantage of the mild morning, they were having breakfast on the patio of Daniel's Upper East Side townhouse. Terra-cotta pots of blooming flowers provided patches of color within the brick enclosure. A sycamore tree shaded the area.
While Daniel was reading the _Envy
prologue, Maris had helped Maxine put together their meal. Maxine, the Matherlys'
housekeeper, had been practically a member of the family a full decade before Maris was born.
This morning she was her cantankerous self, protesting Maris's presence in her kitchen and criticizing the way she squeezed the fresh orange juice. In truth, the woman loved her like a daughter and had acted as a surrogate since the death of Maris's mother when she was still in grade school. Maris took the housekeeper's bossiness for what it was--an expression of her affection.
Maris and Daniel had eaten their egg-white omelets, grilled tomatoes, and whole-wheat toast in silence while he finished reading the prologue. "Thank you, Maxine," he said now when she came out to clear away their dishes and pour refills of coffee. "And yes, dear," he said to Maris, "it's good."
"I'm glad you think so."
She was pleased with his validation of her opinion, but she also valued his. Her father was perhaps the only person in the world who had read and reread more books than she. If they disagreed on a book, allowances were made for their individual tastes, but both could distinguish good writing from bad.
"New writer?"
"I don't know."
He reacted with surprise. "You don't
#know?" ##############################77
"This wasn't a typical submission by any stretch." She explained how she
"I don't like being obligated to Nadia."
"I don't like being obligated to anyone. On the other hand, it's not very smart to intentionally alienate Nadia. If she likes you, she
#bestows favors. If she dislikes you, she ##73
can inflict serious damage."
"And either way--if you're a man--you get screwed."
That caused him to smile. "Why is it that a woman, and especially you, is never more beautiful than when she's angry?"
"I was."
"I know."
"I _am."
"Don't be. I'm sorry I worried you.
I didn't mean to." He looked at her and smiled gently. "You have no reason to be jealous, you know."
"Oh, really?" she asked, deadpan. "I think I have every right to be paranoid, considering the number of affairs you had before we were married."
"You had affairs, too, Maris."
"Two. You had that many a week, and you had a ten-year head start."
He grinned at her exaggeration. "I'm not even going to honor that with a comment. The point is that I married you."
"Sacrificing all that fun."
Laughing, he patted the spot beside him on the bed. "Why don't you stop this nonsense, retract the talons, and simply forgive me?
You know you want to."
Her eyes narrowed with feigned malevolence.
"Don't push it."
"Maris?"
Reluctantly she moved toward him. When she was still a distance away, he reached out far enough to take her hand and draw her down beside him on the bed. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She put up token resistance, but not for long.
When their first long kiss ended, she whispered,
"I hankered for this all day yesterday."
"All you had to do was ask."
"I did."
"So you did," he said with a regretful sigh.
"Let me make it up to you."
"Better late than never."
"Didn't you say something earlier about dispensing with these jammies?"
Moments later they were both down to their skin.
Nibbling her neck, he asked, "Who called?"
"Hmm?"
"The telephone call that woke us up. Who was
#it?" ###############################75
"That can wait." Seizing the initiative, she guided his hand down her belly to the notch of her thighs. "If you want to talk now, Noah, talk dirty."
CHAPTER 4
Daniel Matherly laid aside the
manuscript pages and thoughtfully pinched his lower lip between his thumb and fingers.
"What do you think?" Maris asked. "Is it my imagination or is it good?"
Taking advantage of the mild morning, they were having breakfast on the patio of Daniel's Upper East Side townhouse. Terra-cotta pots of blooming flowers provided patches of color within the brick enclosure. A sycamore tree shaded the area.
While Daniel was reading the _Envy
prologue, Maris had helped Maxine put together their meal. Maxine, the Matherlys'
housekeeper, had been practically a member of the family a full decade before Maris was born.
This morning she was her cantankerous self, protesting Maris's presence in her kitchen and criticizing the way she squeezed the fresh orange juice. In truth, the woman loved her like a daughter and had acted as a surrogate since the death of Maris's mother when she was still in grade school. Maris took the housekeeper's bossiness for what it was--an expression of her affection.
Maris and Daniel had eaten their egg-white omelets, grilled tomatoes, and whole-wheat toast in silence while he finished reading the prologue. "Thank you, Maxine," he said now when she came out to clear away their dishes and pour refills of coffee. "And yes, dear," he said to Maris, "it's good."
"I'm glad you think so."
She was pleased with his validation of her opinion, but she also valued his. Her father was perhaps the only person in the world who had read and reread more books than she. If they disagreed on a book, allowances were made for their individual tastes, but both could distinguish good writing from bad.
"New writer?"
"I don't know."
He reacted with surprise. "You don't
#know?" ##############################77
"This wasn't a typical submission by any stretch." She explained how she
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