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didn’t want to discuss her sexual habits with Luke. ‘That’s none of your damn business.’
Luke couldn’t agree more. Thinking about sex and Claudia in the buff were not places he wanted his mind to wander.
Clearly he needed more asleep
‘You’re right,’ he sighed. ‘I apologise. Now can we please just get this over with?’
Claudia folded her arms across her chest as she stared at his. ‘I’d really prefer you to not be naked when I’m talking to you.’
And he’d prefer her to be a lot more naked than she was. Irritation needled him. ‘Well, we don’t always get what we want.’
Claudiadragged her gaze up. Fine. Tiredness was making him belligerent. She’d show him she could be cool about talking to a naked man. Who was in bed. With bed hair. And a shadowy hint of stubble along his jawline.
She wasn’t some middle-aged prude. She was perfectly fine with nudity.
And bed hair. And stubble.
Luke rubbed his hand over his jaw, the rasp loud in the silence. He neededa shave. After some more sleep. ‘Claude, I swear if you don’t say something I’m just going to go to sleep sitting up.’
Claudia nodded. Speaking. She could do that. She cleared her throat. ‘I was thinking about...’ His bare chest was distracting in her peripheral vision. ‘The whole spa idea. About...’ He rubbed at his jaw again and the rasp went straight to her nipples. They tightened in blatantresponse, almost as if he’d scraped his chin over the sensitive tips, and she was thankful for the palm-tree pattern disguising their reaction.
Dear Lord, where was she? She cleared her throat again. ‘Catering to that end of the market.’
‘Yes?’
His slight accent dragged sticky fingers across her belly and she absently placed her hand on her midriff, pressing slightly to relievethe tingle. ‘I was thinking about how we could offer the spa customers a fuller service, including exclusive accommodation. Have you seen those deluxe tents with four-poster beds that sit on raised wooden floorboards and are draped in the most luxurious georgette screening? They open to the ocean and look like something out of Arabian Nights ?’
Luke knew the type Claudia was talking about—oneof his clients dealt exclusively in that style of accommodation—but her hand resting where it was had become very distracting. Her fingers drummed against her belly as she spoke and he was beginning to have very bad thoughts indeed.
Which was not conducive to his nakedness.
Also, this was Claudia!
He pulled his legs up, tenting the sheet. ‘I think it sounds perfect for the Tropicana—wehave enough land to make it a really exclusive set-up.’
Claudia nodded, temporarily forgetting in her enthusiasm Luke was wearing nothing but a sheet. She even took a step towards his bed and propped her knee on the end of the mattress. ‘If we set it up right the two parts of the resort could be kept separate but co-exist quite happily.’
Luke chuckled as Claudia’s blue eyes shone likepolished topaz. ‘You look exactly like you used to on Christmas Eve,’ he teased.
Claudia smiled back. ‘I can’t remember being this excited about anything since that Christmas I got that amazing bike from Santa but I was more interested in the clipboard your parents gave me. Do you remember? I think I was ten.’
His smile broadened into a grin at the memory. It must have cost his parentsnext to nothing but she’d loved that damn thing. ‘And you walked around pretending you were Julie from The Love Boat .’ He laughed.
‘And hardly ever rode the bike,’ Claudia said, laughing too.
They laughed together for a while until it petered out and the intimacy of the situation invaded again. They were alone in Luke’s room and one of them was naked.
Claudia withdrew her knee fromthe bed. ‘Anyway...sorry for waking you, I just...’
Luke waved her apology away with his hand. ‘You’re forgiven. Just make sure you bring coffee next time.’
‘What makes you
Luke couldn’t agree more. Thinking about sex and Claudia in the buff were not places he wanted his mind to wander.
Clearly he needed more asleep
‘You’re right,’ he sighed. ‘I apologise. Now can we please just get this over with?’
Claudia folded her arms across her chest as she stared at his. ‘I’d really prefer you to not be naked when I’m talking to you.’
And he’d prefer her to be a lot more naked than she was. Irritation needled him. ‘Well, we don’t always get what we want.’
Claudiadragged her gaze up. Fine. Tiredness was making him belligerent. She’d show him she could be cool about talking to a naked man. Who was in bed. With bed hair. And a shadowy hint of stubble along his jawline.
She wasn’t some middle-aged prude. She was perfectly fine with nudity.
And bed hair. And stubble.
Luke rubbed his hand over his jaw, the rasp loud in the silence. He neededa shave. After some more sleep. ‘Claude, I swear if you don’t say something I’m just going to go to sleep sitting up.’
Claudia nodded. Speaking. She could do that. She cleared her throat. ‘I was thinking about...’ His bare chest was distracting in her peripheral vision. ‘The whole spa idea. About...’ He rubbed at his jaw again and the rasp went straight to her nipples. They tightened in blatantresponse, almost as if he’d scraped his chin over the sensitive tips, and she was thankful for the palm-tree pattern disguising their reaction.
Dear Lord, where was she? She cleared her throat again. ‘Catering to that end of the market.’
‘Yes?’
His slight accent dragged sticky fingers across her belly and she absently placed her hand on her midriff, pressing slightly to relievethe tingle. ‘I was thinking about how we could offer the spa customers a fuller service, including exclusive accommodation. Have you seen those deluxe tents with four-poster beds that sit on raised wooden floorboards and are draped in the most luxurious georgette screening? They open to the ocean and look like something out of Arabian Nights ?’
Luke knew the type Claudia was talking about—oneof his clients dealt exclusively in that style of accommodation—but her hand resting where it was had become very distracting. Her fingers drummed against her belly as she spoke and he was beginning to have very bad thoughts indeed.
Which was not conducive to his nakedness.
Also, this was Claudia!
He pulled his legs up, tenting the sheet. ‘I think it sounds perfect for the Tropicana—wehave enough land to make it a really exclusive set-up.’
Claudia nodded, temporarily forgetting in her enthusiasm Luke was wearing nothing but a sheet. She even took a step towards his bed and propped her knee on the end of the mattress. ‘If we set it up right the two parts of the resort could be kept separate but co-exist quite happily.’
Luke chuckled as Claudia’s blue eyes shone likepolished topaz. ‘You look exactly like you used to on Christmas Eve,’ he teased.
Claudia smiled back. ‘I can’t remember being this excited about anything since that Christmas I got that amazing bike from Santa but I was more interested in the clipboard your parents gave me. Do you remember? I think I was ten.’
His smile broadened into a grin at the memory. It must have cost his parentsnext to nothing but she’d loved that damn thing. ‘And you walked around pretending you were Julie from The Love Boat .’ He laughed.
‘And hardly ever rode the bike,’ Claudia said, laughing too.
They laughed together for a while until it petered out and the intimacy of the situation invaded again. They were alone in Luke’s room and one of them was naked.
Claudia withdrew her knee fromthe bed. ‘Anyway...sorry for waking you, I just...’
Luke waved her apology away with his hand. ‘You’re forgiven. Just make sure you bring coffee next time.’
‘What makes you
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