never let him think he’d paid the price and bought her like the other things in his life.
It was a fine line. Just because she wasn’t for sale didn’t mean she wasn’t in the market for a bit of fun.
Hot wild sex, a fling, a short shallow relationship. He was rich and handsome and had the body from hell. Why wouldn’t she want him?
Conrad certainly knew the game. He wasn’t suggesting commitment in any way, shape or form so as long as she didn’t read any more into it than it really was, what could go wrong?
All she had to do was keep it simple and stick to sex.
On her terms. When she was ready. Not when he was prepared to make his purchase.
Bree bent over and quickly pulled on her shorts over her wet underwear.
“What are you doing?” Conrad exclaimed. “We don’t have to go yet.”
“Yes we do.”
He slipped his hand over the bare skin of her waist. “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did. If you tell me you’re not interested , I won’t believe you.”
“Not here, Conrad.”
“We’re alone. We’re both adults.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So you’re ready to make your purchase now? Some things can’t be bought.”
He shifted his hand to cup her arm under the elbow. “You misunderstand me.”
Bree pulled her arm back. “No, you’re the one who misunderstands. I said ‘not here’ and I meant it. You can’t have everything your own way, no matter how much money you’ve got.”
“So is this about money?”
“You said we’re both adults. Adults are supposed to be patient.”
He slid his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. “Where’s your impulsive side?”
She smiled knowingly and reached up to plant a sedate kiss on his lips. “That’s about as impulsive as I get.”
Pulling her tee shirt on over her head, she watched as Conrad acquiesced and bent over to pick up his shorts.
With that demure kiss, she communicated more than the words she had spoken. She’d told him she was still playing with him.
And she hadn’t finished yet.
* * *
Conrad pulled the vehicle into the gra vel drive outside The Residence and Bree tumbled out of the Landcruiser.
Looking down at her clothing, she suddenly realised what a mess she must appear. Her sneakers were covered in red dust and streaks of mud. Perhaps white hadn’t been such a wise choice for Il Bosco. Her shorts and tee shirt were both crumpled although she was grateful the damp patches had largely dried in the heat.
She quickly ran her fingers through her hair in a pathetic effort to tidy it.
“I don’t look too terrible, do I?” She looked pleadingly at Conrad, hoping he’d lie to make her feel better.
“You look shocking,” he teased. “You look like you’ve been swimming in sea weed and your hair looks like a Medusa.”
“I don’t look that bad, do I?” She nodded towards The Residence. “I don’t want to walk in there looking a sight.”
“You look lovely. There’s nothing to worry about. Anyway it’s not like we know any of the other guests.”
He took her hand and she was pleased she’d made sure to chat with Conrad so amiably in the car. She’d said her piece at Zebra Springs and didn’t want any hard feelings between them.
His hand in the small of her back, he ushered her up the steps ahead of him. It was just a little gesture on his part but it made her feel petite and feminine as though he was taking care of her.
Glancing back, she shot him a quick smile. She could get used to this.
“Let’s barge ahead,” Conrad said, pulling the main door open. “Or you can jump behind the nearest pot plant if you’re spotted.”
Bree was giggling as she stumbled through the door ahead of Conrad. For those brief moments, she didn’t care if her clothes were crumpled and her hair was a mess.
She heard Conrad’s voice but as she looked ahead, the deep masculine voice behind her became nothing more than a drone and the words
It was a fine line. Just because she wasn’t for sale didn’t mean she wasn’t in the market for a bit of fun.
Hot wild sex, a fling, a short shallow relationship. He was rich and handsome and had the body from hell. Why wouldn’t she want him?
Conrad certainly knew the game. He wasn’t suggesting commitment in any way, shape or form so as long as she didn’t read any more into it than it really was, what could go wrong?
All she had to do was keep it simple and stick to sex.
On her terms. When she was ready. Not when he was prepared to make his purchase.
Bree bent over and quickly pulled on her shorts over her wet underwear.
“What are you doing?” Conrad exclaimed. “We don’t have to go yet.”
“Yes we do.”
He slipped his hand over the bare skin of her waist. “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did. If you tell me you’re not interested , I won’t believe you.”
“Not here, Conrad.”
“We’re alone. We’re both adults.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So you’re ready to make your purchase now? Some things can’t be bought.”
He shifted his hand to cup her arm under the elbow. “You misunderstand me.”
Bree pulled her arm back. “No, you’re the one who misunderstands. I said ‘not here’ and I meant it. You can’t have everything your own way, no matter how much money you’ve got.”
“So is this about money?”
“You said we’re both adults. Adults are supposed to be patient.”
He slid his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. “Where’s your impulsive side?”
She smiled knowingly and reached up to plant a sedate kiss on his lips. “That’s about as impulsive as I get.”
Pulling her tee shirt on over her head, she watched as Conrad acquiesced and bent over to pick up his shorts.
With that demure kiss, she communicated more than the words she had spoken. She’d told him she was still playing with him.
And she hadn’t finished yet.
* * *
Conrad pulled the vehicle into the gra vel drive outside The Residence and Bree tumbled out of the Landcruiser.
Looking down at her clothing, she suddenly realised what a mess she must appear. Her sneakers were covered in red dust and streaks of mud. Perhaps white hadn’t been such a wise choice for Il Bosco. Her shorts and tee shirt were both crumpled although she was grateful the damp patches had largely dried in the heat.
She quickly ran her fingers through her hair in a pathetic effort to tidy it.
“I don’t look too terrible, do I?” She looked pleadingly at Conrad, hoping he’d lie to make her feel better.
“You look shocking,” he teased. “You look like you’ve been swimming in sea weed and your hair looks like a Medusa.”
“I don’t look that bad, do I?” She nodded towards The Residence. “I don’t want to walk in there looking a sight.”
“You look lovely. There’s nothing to worry about. Anyway it’s not like we know any of the other guests.”
He took her hand and she was pleased she’d made sure to chat with Conrad so amiably in the car. She’d said her piece at Zebra Springs and didn’t want any hard feelings between them.
His hand in the small of her back, he ushered her up the steps ahead of him. It was just a little gesture on his part but it made her feel petite and feminine as though he was taking care of her.
Glancing back, she shot him a quick smile. She could get used to this.
“Let’s barge ahead,” Conrad said, pulling the main door open. “Or you can jump behind the nearest pot plant if you’re spotted.”
Bree was giggling as she stumbled through the door ahead of Conrad. For those brief moments, she didn’t care if her clothes were crumpled and her hair was a mess.
She heard Conrad’s voice but as she looked ahead, the deep masculine voice behind her became nothing more than a drone and the words
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