out of the sheets, the T-shirt she’d slipped into last night after Adam had left the room grazing her thigh. He hadn’t commented on the balcony, but as he’d handed her one of his shirts, the look in his eyes said he was fully aware of what she’d be wearing to bed.
Warmth stole under her skin at the memory.
Then she spotted her evening gown draped over a chair, and reality returned. There was nothing worse than waking up and realizing you had to dress in yesterday’s clothes. At least she’d had the forethought to wash out her panties before going to bed last night, and they were now wearable again.
In the guest bathroom she showered, then brushed her teeth with a new toothbrush she found in the vanity cabinet. Thankfully she had some makeup in her purse, and she began to feel more human as she slipped her own clothes back on. After that she went to look for Adam in the main living area. If he wasn’t about, she’d leave a note and take a cab home. She rather hoped he’d gone out.
It was interesting that she didn’t see any photographs of Adam’s late wife around the place. As much as he was in the public eye, she was discovering he was a very private person. Of course grief was a very private thing after all, she thought. She remembered hearing of the accident and thinking it a tragedy, but never in a million years would she have believed she’d meet the man, let alone pretend to be his mistress and wake up in his apartment. Life had certainly taken a turn she hadn’t expected.
Nor needed.
Adam was at the breakfast bar, eating cereal and fresh fruit. He looked fresh enough to eat himself, and so damn handsome, but she pretended not to notice as she placed her purse on the coffee table.
He looked up, observed her deep blue evening dress, and furnished her a lazy smile. “Ahh, the morning after.”
“Exactly,” she said with a grimace.
“Yet you still manage to look gorgeous.”
“A little bleary-eyed this morning, aren’t we?” she mocked.
He laughed. “Did you sleep well?”
“As well as could be expected.” It was amazing she’d slept at all, considering the circumstances.
“I hope you didn’t feel the need to lock your door?”
“Actually, no, I didn’t.” She figured that if he’d been going to make a move on her, he would have pressed for more during that kiss on his balcony.
God help her, but she’d never drink brandy again without thinking of it. Of him. She was doomed to forever remember.
“Did Chelsea turn up, by any chance?” she asked. It had been the reason he’d asked her to sleep here last night.
His whole face became hard-edged again. “No, thank heavens. She’s the last thing I need.” Then he visibly forced himself to relax with a smile. “And now…about today. Are you doing anything special?”
She was suddenly wary. “It depends.”
“I have to go to the Carlton Gardens this afternoon. My family is sponsoring a gardening exhibit at the Melbourne International Flower and Garden Show and I said I’d drop by while my parents are out of town. I’d like you to come with me. We can take a walk around the gardens afterward. It’s quite something.”
Jenna could see her leisure time over the next month being swallowed up by him and his engagements. “You didn’t think to mention this before?”
His brow furrowed. “Don’t you have anything to wear? We’ll stop by one of the boutiques.”
She made a dismissive gesture. “No, that’s not the problem.”
“You don’t like flowers?”
“I love flowers, but that’s not the point. I didn’t think all this was going to take up so much of my time.”
His mouth tightened. “No, the point is that it’s a good idea to be seen together again after last night. It’ll put us in other people’s minds as a couple.”
His words sank in and she sighed heavily. “I guess so.”
“Your enthusiasm becomes you,” he drawled.
She ignored that as her eye caught sight of the newspaper beside him.
Warmth stole under her skin at the memory.
Then she spotted her evening gown draped over a chair, and reality returned. There was nothing worse than waking up and realizing you had to dress in yesterday’s clothes. At least she’d had the forethought to wash out her panties before going to bed last night, and they were now wearable again.
In the guest bathroom she showered, then brushed her teeth with a new toothbrush she found in the vanity cabinet. Thankfully she had some makeup in her purse, and she began to feel more human as she slipped her own clothes back on. After that she went to look for Adam in the main living area. If he wasn’t about, she’d leave a note and take a cab home. She rather hoped he’d gone out.
It was interesting that she didn’t see any photographs of Adam’s late wife around the place. As much as he was in the public eye, she was discovering he was a very private person. Of course grief was a very private thing after all, she thought. She remembered hearing of the accident and thinking it a tragedy, but never in a million years would she have believed she’d meet the man, let alone pretend to be his mistress and wake up in his apartment. Life had certainly taken a turn she hadn’t expected.
Nor needed.
Adam was at the breakfast bar, eating cereal and fresh fruit. He looked fresh enough to eat himself, and so damn handsome, but she pretended not to notice as she placed her purse on the coffee table.
He looked up, observed her deep blue evening dress, and furnished her a lazy smile. “Ahh, the morning after.”
“Exactly,” she said with a grimace.
“Yet you still manage to look gorgeous.”
“A little bleary-eyed this morning, aren’t we?” she mocked.
He laughed. “Did you sleep well?”
“As well as could be expected.” It was amazing she’d slept at all, considering the circumstances.
“I hope you didn’t feel the need to lock your door?”
“Actually, no, I didn’t.” She figured that if he’d been going to make a move on her, he would have pressed for more during that kiss on his balcony.
God help her, but she’d never drink brandy again without thinking of it. Of him. She was doomed to forever remember.
“Did Chelsea turn up, by any chance?” she asked. It had been the reason he’d asked her to sleep here last night.
His whole face became hard-edged again. “No, thank heavens. She’s the last thing I need.” Then he visibly forced himself to relax with a smile. “And now…about today. Are you doing anything special?”
She was suddenly wary. “It depends.”
“I have to go to the Carlton Gardens this afternoon. My family is sponsoring a gardening exhibit at the Melbourne International Flower and Garden Show and I said I’d drop by while my parents are out of town. I’d like you to come with me. We can take a walk around the gardens afterward. It’s quite something.”
Jenna could see her leisure time over the next month being swallowed up by him and his engagements. “You didn’t think to mention this before?”
His brow furrowed. “Don’t you have anything to wear? We’ll stop by one of the boutiques.”
She made a dismissive gesture. “No, that’s not the problem.”
“You don’t like flowers?”
“I love flowers, but that’s not the point. I didn’t think all this was going to take up so much of my time.”
His mouth tightened. “No, the point is that it’s a good idea to be seen together again after last night. It’ll put us in other people’s minds as a couple.”
His words sank in and she sighed heavily. “I guess so.”
“Your enthusiasm becomes you,” he drawled.
She ignored that as her eye caught sight of the newspaper beside him.
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