salesgirl?’
He grinned. ‘Like a tablecloth, her legs were Queen Anne style.’
Against her better judgment, she giggled. ‘So ... you’re a leg man, Leon Price.’
His gaze slid higher. ‘I’m an everything man, Darcie, especially when it comes in neat packaging like yours.’ His eyes flicked disturbingly to hers. ‘Would you like me to demonstrate?’
She took a step back, the laughter fading from her eyes. ‘I know exactly what kind of man you are.’
He gave a wry smile. ‘And I know exactly what type of woman you are.’
‘Explain?’ she said, dry-mouthed.
‘Sensual through and through. I bet we’d be compatible in bed, uninhibited. Think about it, Darcie. It’s been a four-year drought for you. Imagine how it would be between us. We’re well matched.’
Her female bits gave her a nudge, telling her they’d welcome the connection. She kicked them out the way. Shut up, who asked you! ‘Is that your usual line?’ she shot back, determined to stay on top of the situation.
‘It’s the truth.’ He suddenly laughed. ‘I suppose it does make me sound like a womanizer considering we’ve just met.’
The trouble was she felt as though she’d known him all her life. ‘Are you one?’
‘No more than the next man. I didn’t have much time for love when I was building up the business. Making money was my main concern, then.’
‘I’m not talking about love. I’m talking about casual affairs.’
A grin played around his mouth as his eyes held hers to his. Time for evasive action, he thought . ‘ Are you interested enough to care?’
‘Not really.’
‘Liar. You flirt with me all the time.’
Suddenly, unaccountably, she was annoyed. ‘You’re mistaken, Leon. You only think I flirt because that’s what you want. You have a giant sized libido and an ego to match. I don’t give a lizard’s fart about your love life.’
Laughter huffed from him. ‘You called me Leon, at last.’ He gave her a mocking little bow. ‘Our relationship is progressing, I think. Get changed and we’ll go and have lunch. The chef makes a wonderful Greek Salad.’ Loathe to abandon her newly acquired finery, which made her feel as sensual as he seemed to think she was she challenged, ‘What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?’
‘Absolutely nothing, but there’s a two piece outfit the color of forget-me-nots that I’d be interested to see you in.’
For a man who hadn’t known what he was buying he’d done wonderfully well. The hem of the ribbed skirt brushed her knee and the matching top suited her to perfection.
‘Sensational.’
The admiration in his eyes wasn’t too hard to accept, but the barely disguised desire that came with it was slightly uncomfortable, albeit exciting. Leon made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world.
Well, he would wouldn’t he? He’d probably practiced his techniques from the moment he climbed out of his playpen. She would not allow herself to be fooled by them.
She tried to brazen it out, but failed because her own desire seemed to bubble up as soon as their eyes met. This was one sexy guy. One wrong move and they’d be making lunch of each other. She wondered if there was such a thing as an anti-aphrodisiac as she dragged her hormones back up from gutter level. Ungraciously, she muttered. ‘Shall we go?’
Alarmed when he snatched up a pair of scissors from the table and advanced on her she backed away.
Leon gave a creamy smooth smile as he purred. ‘Perhaps I should remove your price tag.’
She managed to bite her tongue as he snipped the dangling label off, but only just. The breath she’d inhaled was expelled in jagged hisses.
They eyeballed each other for a second or two, and then a tiny seed of shame appeared in the gray depths of his eyes. He shrugged. ‘That was unfair. I apologize.’
It took a man of integrity to apologize with such sincerity. Or a con-man! Only she had nothing to be conned out of now. Nothing! Her very
He grinned. ‘Like a tablecloth, her legs were Queen Anne style.’
Against her better judgment, she giggled. ‘So ... you’re a leg man, Leon Price.’
His gaze slid higher. ‘I’m an everything man, Darcie, especially when it comes in neat packaging like yours.’ His eyes flicked disturbingly to hers. ‘Would you like me to demonstrate?’
She took a step back, the laughter fading from her eyes. ‘I know exactly what kind of man you are.’
He gave a wry smile. ‘And I know exactly what type of woman you are.’
‘Explain?’ she said, dry-mouthed.
‘Sensual through and through. I bet we’d be compatible in bed, uninhibited. Think about it, Darcie. It’s been a four-year drought for you. Imagine how it would be between us. We’re well matched.’
Her female bits gave her a nudge, telling her they’d welcome the connection. She kicked them out the way. Shut up, who asked you! ‘Is that your usual line?’ she shot back, determined to stay on top of the situation.
‘It’s the truth.’ He suddenly laughed. ‘I suppose it does make me sound like a womanizer considering we’ve just met.’
The trouble was she felt as though she’d known him all her life. ‘Are you one?’
‘No more than the next man. I didn’t have much time for love when I was building up the business. Making money was my main concern, then.’
‘I’m not talking about love. I’m talking about casual affairs.’
A grin played around his mouth as his eyes held hers to his. Time for evasive action, he thought . ‘ Are you interested enough to care?’
‘Not really.’
‘Liar. You flirt with me all the time.’
Suddenly, unaccountably, she was annoyed. ‘You’re mistaken, Leon. You only think I flirt because that’s what you want. You have a giant sized libido and an ego to match. I don’t give a lizard’s fart about your love life.’
Laughter huffed from him. ‘You called me Leon, at last.’ He gave her a mocking little bow. ‘Our relationship is progressing, I think. Get changed and we’ll go and have lunch. The chef makes a wonderful Greek Salad.’ Loathe to abandon her newly acquired finery, which made her feel as sensual as he seemed to think she was she challenged, ‘What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?’
‘Absolutely nothing, but there’s a two piece outfit the color of forget-me-nots that I’d be interested to see you in.’
For a man who hadn’t known what he was buying he’d done wonderfully well. The hem of the ribbed skirt brushed her knee and the matching top suited her to perfection.
‘Sensational.’
The admiration in his eyes wasn’t too hard to accept, but the barely disguised desire that came with it was slightly uncomfortable, albeit exciting. Leon made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world.
Well, he would wouldn’t he? He’d probably practiced his techniques from the moment he climbed out of his playpen. She would not allow herself to be fooled by them.
She tried to brazen it out, but failed because her own desire seemed to bubble up as soon as their eyes met. This was one sexy guy. One wrong move and they’d be making lunch of each other. She wondered if there was such a thing as an anti-aphrodisiac as she dragged her hormones back up from gutter level. Ungraciously, she muttered. ‘Shall we go?’
Alarmed when he snatched up a pair of scissors from the table and advanced on her she backed away.
Leon gave a creamy smooth smile as he purred. ‘Perhaps I should remove your price tag.’
She managed to bite her tongue as he snipped the dangling label off, but only just. The breath she’d inhaled was expelled in jagged hisses.
They eyeballed each other for a second or two, and then a tiny seed of shame appeared in the gray depths of his eyes. He shrugged. ‘That was unfair. I apologize.’
It took a man of integrity to apologize with such sincerity. Or a con-man! Only she had nothing to be conned out of now. Nothing! Her very
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