He was going to kill if someone didn’t start explaining soon.“I believe I asked a simple question.”Ethan’s gaze stayed fixed on Erin who stood with her eyes shut, rubbing her temple. His eyes flicked over her tussled hair, the flush of color on her cheeks; sliding down to the swell of her breasts beneath the t-shirt and finally down to the point where the shirt ended mid-thigh, revealing creamy, supple skin and shapely legs.Had those legs - the same ones that had been wrapped around his waist while he pleasured her- had they been locked around her lover’s waist only a few minutes ago?Had she screamed out his name as she came?The possible answer elicited a growl from him, his hands clenching into fists as Ethan struggled to hold his temper in check.The urge to drive his fist into someone’s face was strong within him, fury threatening to explode out of control.His gaze slid over the blond haired man clad in a towel, who stood behind Erin. There was something about the guy that st
TWENTY-THREEHer footsteps echoed loudly in the underground parking lot as Erin walked towards her car in quick determined steps. She managed a nod to the guard standing outside the security post, her thoughts completely focused on her destination.Reaching the sleek silver Infiniti, she slid into the warm interior of the car, resting her head against the soft leather seat, her breath coming in short puffs from the exertion of walking.“Now what?” She muttered, gripping the steering wheel. She had no idea where Ethan even lived, had never bothered to find out. The only clue she had was that he lived quite close to the hotel, but where exactly, Erin had no idea.“Argh!” The frustrated sound slid from her lips and she banged her head against the wheel in frustration. “Great plan Erin, real great.” She mocked herself, already regretting the impulse that had got her out of bed in the first place. But she really needed answers, needed to speak with Ethan without the usual screams and tensi
TWENTY-FOUR Ethan balled his hands into fists. Behind him, he could hear her footsteps as she walked away. A huge part of him wanted to yank her back and finish what they’d started- his need surged within him, the need to make love to Erin again and again till he could make himself forget the blistering anger her little deception had caused. The door closed with a soft click. Erin was gone. Ethan set his jaw; he would not go after her. Her cousin. The words cut through the haze of desire, turning him cold as he recalled the scene in the hallway of her apartment. She’d stood there, silent and watching while he made a complete and utter fool of himself fighting over a manipulative little bitch. Was this her way of getting back at him? Dammit! How could one woman make him lose control every single time? Ethan raked a hand through his hair in frustration. Perhaps Marcus was right and he was letting Erin get under his skin. He had never fought over a woman in his life, had always prid
TWENTY- FIVE Ethan watched as she stalked away, completely mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the way her tight skirt hugged that delectable backside. He felt a stirring in his groin and grimaced, utterly disgusted with himself for his lack of control where Erin was concerned. Her threats rang in his brain and somehow, a part of him knew he would do well to take those threats seriously as Erin did not strike him as the sort of woman who made idle threats. Ethan sighed, and made his way past the busy lobby, his thoughts in turmoil. He shouldn’t have riled her up that way…his initial plan had been to ignore her – keep her firmly at arm’s length and forget about the sexy firebrand that was Erin Gosling. It had been a damn challenge sitting next to her in the boardroom, his entire body all too aware of her alluring presence, the soft yet intoxicating scent of her flowery perfume that called out to him – reminding him of one warm night of passion. It had taken every ounce of will to
TWENTY-SIX Erin studied the man seated across from her desk and repressed a shudder of distaste as smoke from a particularly offensive cigar curled under her nostrils. Her gaze moved from the top of his gray head, lingering on a weather-beaten face that showed every wrinkle, deceptively shrewd blue eyes studying her even as she watched him, then down to the crisp white shirt and blue tie. She dropped her gaze down to the papers on her desk. “So, I take it we have a deal Mr. Saunders?” Thin lips parted to reveal a full set of surprisingly pristine white teeth. She could almost bet those dentures were fake. “Ah yes of course, Ms. Gosling.” Kellan Saunders’ voice was a wheeze from too much cigars, yet carried an air of a man used to good living. “And I can’t thank you enough for the generous offer. Truth be told, I couldn’t quite believe it when your lawyer contacted me. I thought it a hoax.” Erin managed a small smile, though her insides were a mass of confusing emotions. “Believe m
TWENTY-SEVENThe minute her hand touched his chest, Erin realized she might not be able to carry her plan through. The bolt of white hot heat that seared from the point of contact, washed over her in tidal waves of desire that threatened to drown her.She gasped, her lungs suddenly in dire need of air. She could feel his accelerated heartbeat beneath her fingertips and his sharp indrawn breath simply confirming what she already knew.Ethan wanted her. Bad.The thought lifted Erin’s spirit to soaring point, filling her with renewed determination. She would show him that she was just as capable of cold hard rejection as he was.Buoyed by this, she deliberately allowed her body to brush against his, enjoying the way his eyes narrowed even further at the move. Her breasts, already hard peaks of lust, brushed against his jacket, eliciting a bolt of pure desire.“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Ethan warned, his voice coming out harsh and raspy.She merely grinned in response. “Oh I do
TWENTY-EIGHTOut in the hall, Erin met her secretary’s stunned look with a self-satisfied smile and suantered past, pulling her shirt back on, uncaring of what the woman thought. Nothing could detract from the triumph that engulfed her at the moment, certainly not the fact that she’d walked out of her office half naked or the shock on Heather’s face.She’d done it! She’d actually walked away with her pride intact, had proved to Ethan that she was just as capable of cold, hard revenge as he. Erin couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across her entire face at the image of Ethan standing there in helpless anger.Fastening the buttons on her shirt, Erin turned to her secretary. “Heather, give my guest a couple of minutes alone, then make sure he doesn’t do much damage to the furniture.”Heather could only manage a wide eyed nod as she cast an apprehensive glance at the still closed door, which only made Erin’s smile widen.“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” She assured the worried red hea
TWENTY-NINEEthan opened the door to his flat, raising his eyebrows at his mother.“Hey mum. What brings you here?” He asked, leaning down to kiss her cheeks, then stepped back to let her in.“What? Can’t a mother drop by to say a quick hello to her favorite son?” Martha patted his cheek and breezed into the room, as usual wrinkling her nose at the typical masculine decor. “Honestly darling, how can you live like this? This place is depressing.”Ethan grinned, knowing full well his mother had a hidden agenda. Martha Lachlan only visited when she had something up her sleeve. He only prayed that this time it wasn’t to convince him to go on a blind date with some woman she thought would be perfect for him. With his adopted siblings all happily married, Martha had switched her full attention to her youngest son…often without much success.“Other mothers maybe, but not you. And I like the decor just fine. Would you like some tea?” He moved to the kitchen area, searching for the elusive tea
FORTY-SEVENErin let herself into Ethan's apartment, heart beating a wild rhythm in her chest. She leaned against the door, knuckles gripping the knob as though unwilling to take the necessary steps into the room, worry and dread turning her skin cold. She took a deep breath forcing much needed air into her lungs, tight with anxiety as she silently tried to reassure herself with Kim's words.She could hear the low murmur of voices coming from the balcony and Erin muttered another prayer as she forced her steps in that direction. Ethan and Marcus occupied the two wrought chairs, both men slumped against the furniture in a drunken sprawl with Ethan facing away from the door, nursing half filled glasses filled with what Erin knew would surely be alcohol. A half empty bottle of Jack Daniels sat atop the table and her heart sank. Dealing with a sober Ethan was hard in itself, but when he was intoxicated, heaven only knew what his reaction would be.Marcus noticed her first and straightened
FORTY –SIXErin found her parents at their home, having a late breakfast.“Erin!” Her mother’s face lit up in delight. Harold Gosling looked up from his copy of the Wall Street Journal and smiled as Erin walked up to give him a kiss. “How lovely you could join us darling, it’s been a while.”Erin dropped a kiss on her mother’s cheeks then slid into an empty seat, accepting the glass of juice Victoria passed over.“Hey Mum,” she stole a piece of toast from her dad’s plate. “I missed you guys, so I decided to come over.”Harold snorted and closed the journal, picking up his coffee mug, his eyes glinting with humor. “Of course, of course. And this visit has nothing to do with needing a favour? Impressive.”“Harold!” Her mother scolded, while Erin just grinned and bit into her toast. “How can you say such a thing to your daughter? Be nice.”Harold merely raised an eyebrow at his wife, before turning to Erin. The two shared a conspiratorial look, well accustomed to each other’s banter.“Yo
FORTY –FIVEEthan jerked upright, heart racing as his brain struggled to catch up with the rest of him.Beside him, Erin stirred and murmured something in her sleep and he felt his pulse begin to steady as he turned to regard the sleeping woman.It hadn’t been a dream, thank God!She was here in his bed and in the flesh. He felt like bursting into the Hallelujah chorus – he was that excited.Careful not to wake her, he leaned down to gently brush aside the hair that clung to her face and pressed a kiss on her bare shoulders before easing out of bed. The sound that had woken him came again, and he cursed under his breath. Who the hell could be at his door at - he grabbed his phone to peer at the illuminated display and swore."Jesus! Ten a.m?" He’d never woken up this late; though to be fair, he’d never spent the entire night and most of the morning making love to the most incredible woman in the fucking universe.He grabbed his pants off the floor of the sitting room, putting in on in
FORTY –FOUR"Mr. Gosling called a meeting for ten 'o'clock," Heather informed Erin, watching as her boss strode to her desk and sat down. Erin paused, one hand reaching for her laptop and regarded her assistant."Did he mention what the meeting was for?" Erin asked as she booted her laptop, simultaneously checking the folders Heather had left for her attention. Already congratulating herself for her decision to come in to work, she knew the activity would keep her mind occupied and thus keep those disturbing thoughts at bay. She checked her watch-seven am and that meant she had three hours to catch up on the backlog of emails and things that required her immediate attention."Nope, but the memo did say that attendance was absolutely mandatory for all senior executives.""Thanks." Heather turned to go then stopped. "Umm, I don't know if you want to know, but Ethan came here asking to see you."Erin froze, and looked up from her laptop, glaring at her assistant."Heather, do me a favour
FORTY –THREEErin stared at the blank screen of her cell phone and took a deep breath, fingers hovering over the power button."This is ridiculous." she muttered to herself in disgust, grateful that at least Kim was not here to see her acting like a scared fool. She tossed the offending object aside and drew her legs up on the bed, hugging her knees.A part of her was curious to know what sort of messages Ethan had left on her voicemail, had Nicky told him everything? Was he furious at her for keeping her cousin's infidelity a secret?So many questions, and if she wanted answers, she would swallow this irrational fear and call Ethan.She reached for the phone, then stopped and sighed again."Stop being foolish," she chided in a voice that wobbled with uncertainty.Goddammit Erin! You're a grown woman. You're stronger than this.Determined, she reached for the phone yet again and turned it on, proud when her grip remained steady. Ethan was just one man - okay - the one man who was extr
FORTY –TWO"You really have no idea where she could be? She hasn't called you?"Erin's assistant shook her head in the negative, her eyes curious as she followed Ethan's restless movements back and forth in front of her desk."Maybe she's at Nicky's." Heather offered, "She's been spending a lot of time with her lately especially since the breakup.""She's not there." Ethan replied, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. "She's not in her apartment either, Kim says she hasn't seen her, and she's not answering her cell."His brows drew together in a worried frown as his mind began to envision all kinds of bad scenarios. It had gone past a need to just find Erin, now he was full out worried for her safety and he cursed himself for the millionth time for not seeing her safely home. He should have followed his instincts, rather he'd foolishly agreed with her and now this.He cursed again, earning him a raised brow from Heather."Where do her parents live?" He asked, ignoring the lo
FORTY –ONEReturning to the room, Ethan found Nicky still perched on the edge of the sofa, and the sight of her worsened his already foul mood. She looked at him, eyes large and round in fright, but at this point, he felt no pity for her.He crossed to the window, hands jammed in his pockets as he took deep breaths, trying to get his emotion under control. Erin's good bye had carried a note of finality to it, as though she wanted nothing more to do with him and that thought sent coils of uneasiness through him. He was as much to blame for her misery as Nicky...Christ! Maybe he should have simply walked away and got on with his life when Nicky had called an end to their relationship rather than lashing out and hurting a woman who had only acted in her cousin's best interests, an action that had come around to bite him in the ass.Yeah...karma was a bitch indeed.He turned his attention to Nicky, needing to wrap things up so he could focus on more important things...name
FORTYFor the third time that evening, Erin felt shock course through her like a punch in the gut, stealing her breath in one forceful slam, threatening to topple over her already fragile hold on reality.She wouldn’t be surprised to suddenly wake up to find that the past few hours had been nothing but a product of an already stressed out imagination. She could hear Ethan saying something, but she couldn’t make out anything through the frantic swirl of thoughts as her brain struggled to piece together a story that made more sense than the ridiculous notion that Nicky was somehow involved in all this.She shook her head, and took a step back, her legs coming up against the chair and she sank down to it, the tightness in her chest a reminder that she had forgotten to breathe. She opened her mouth on a gasp, the renewed flow of oxygen helped to clear her muddled thoughts enough to hear Lillian ordering them from the house and threatening to call the cops.Her gaze shot to Ethan, as he st
THIRTY-NINEDammit! Ethan swore silently, his fingers tightening on the wheel in an effort to stop himself from ripping the damn phone from Erin and tossing the thing out the window, the urge getting stronger as he listened to her side of the conversation and realized the bastard was actually asking her out.Todd. Ethan pictured the dude in his mind, recalling the last time he’d seen Erin with him and how he’d had the same urge to punch his lights out then, much like he very much wanted to right now. He thought they’d already settled the issue of her dating anyone else? Was she doing this deliberately to annoy him? Somehow, he didn’t think so…from the breathless way she sounded on the phone, it appeared Erin really liked this guy.That thought soured his temper even more.“I’m gonna kill him.” He muttered under his breath, too low for Erin to make out the words, but she turned to look at him anyway, then returned her attention to the phone.“I’d like that, but maybe not right away?” H