She hoped she didn't look horrible standing so close to him. Dressed in a dusky-lilac shift dress and a black satin jacket, with a lot of long legs showing and her ankles elevated by the four-inch heels on her shoes. Annoying and juvenile… those words began to ring in her head once again. Was he on his way to meet a woman? Was she tall and blonde and heart-stoppingly beautiful and screamingly intelligent and sophisticated? Just like the woman she'd seen with him the first day they met. Was he planning to bring her back to his place to make wildly passionate love with her while she went home to lay alone in her bed and— "Where—?" Her small chin jerked up and their eyes clashed; tiny prickles of attraction attacked her flesh."Excuse me?" she murmured blankly."I was asking where you are going for dinner," Scott enlightened dryly. "Oh. I don’t know," Vivian let slip before she could think about it, watched his eyebrows arch, felt a deep inner niggle at the slip. "I am meeting someon
"Was insensitive, then," he altered, the chiseled line of his jaw clenching. "But it does not change the fact that your so-called date has either stood you up or is only too happy to leave you to stand around here like a fool!" "And that is your sensitive side talking?" So close to tears now, she had to push a hand up between them so she could cover her trembling mouth.A soft curse rattled from him. "I will take you to dinner," he offered, sounding so driven to say it that Vivian almost snapped the hand up higher to slap his face!But she didn’t because it would be annoying and juvenile of her to do it! "I can provide my own dinner," she told him stiffly."And you already have a date." "I did have a date until—" Scott stopped, compressing his lips, then dealt her a glinting glimmer of a look "—until I was stood up too," he finished dryly."You—?" It was like discovering he had a chink in his impenetrable Armour. Vivian was so intrigued by the phenomenon she stopped fighting his grip
"I have a sweet tooth." said Vivian. "Among other things," Scott murmured oddly.About to ask him what he meant by that— "Do you want coffee?" he got in before her."And spoil the taste of the wine? Thanks, no," she refused."Then if you’ve finished do you mind if we leave now?" he asked. "Oh…" Vivian tensed, her slender spine arching up on the sudden realization that she’d talked his socks off all the way through the meal! It was no wonder he was wearing that blank expression on his face. "I had lost track of how long we have been here…" "And the restaurant has emptied," Scott pointed out dryly. "We’re the last ones here…" Flickering a surprised glance around the empty tables she noticed the restaurant staff standing around, trying hard not to look impatient for them to leave. "Why didn’t you say something sooner?" she whispered from the depths of a sinking embarrassment."You were enjoying your meal. There was no need to rush." With the merest glance in the waiter’s direction h
Staring at him, feeling a sinking sense of confusion assail her, it all suddenly changed to a sense-crawling horror when she realized what they'd done. She spun away in a shaken, horrified need to escape but he stopped her. "Just get back in the car so I can take you home, Vivian" he said. His voice was calmer now, no longer angry, and maybe it was that tone that made her turn and began to move back towards his car. He walked beside her, not saying anything till they got to his car. He opened the door for her and when she got in, he went around and climbed into the driver's seat. The ride was quiet. They turned into the street on which her apartment block was situated, and Scott slowed down. "Was that just about the wine or did I do something wrong?" he asked. He just couldn’t leave it alone! "Why the sudden interest in my sleazy feelings, Scott?" "It’s not sleazy, Vivian," he pointed out. "Believe it or not, but I…. I… I care about you, damn it." Only slightly mollified by that
Sinking heavily back onto the bed, her fuzzy brain listed: San Francisco, A formal evening dress, an overnight bag or maybe a weekend or an entire week bag. Be ready to go by one o’clock… Then she was suddenly lurching into panic mode and using her phone to call Megan."Megan, you have to talk to Louis for me" she wrung out urgently."Louis?" Megan repeated. "Oh, my…what's wrong" "Nothing… I mean… I gotta quit my job at the cheesecake shop. I'd call him myself but I don't think there's time. It's also not fair to him to keep on missing my shifts so I have to quit" Vivian said, already feeling the chill of alarm skate down her spine. "I'll send him a message later and call him, but for now, I'm going to San Francisco…." "San Fran… what? Why?" Megan stammered. "Work" Vivian replied simply. "Oh, is Scott McCall taking you there?" "Yes" "Oh wow. That's nice. I'm sure Louis will understand. That is so cool… Take a brave pill before you go, sweetie," her best friend advised her. "Wha
He pulled open her door for her with more angry strength than the beautifully designed piece of equipment required. As she carefully maneuvered her high-heeled shoes over the sill of the car, his grim impatience with her transferred to the long fingers he clamped around her arm to help straighten her up. Arriving in front of him with more impulse than was necessary, she ended up almost flattened against him, which shocked her enough into glancing up.Their eyes clashed—his slightly narrowed and glinting golden warning shots for her to take care what she did or said next, hers sparking with bright defiance which dared him to make one of his cold, cutting comments gauged to knock her back down to size.But he went for a different kind of attack. He relaxed the corners of his hard, clipped mouth, slid a hand around her exposed nape, then lowered his head and captured her mouth with a hard, hot, plundering kiss!Astonishment thrilled through Vivian. It was so shockingly unexpected and so
When they finally began to sink downwards. Vivian saw a series of slated rooftops forming the shape of a large country house standing in the center of sweeping clipped green lawns sloping down to a tiny lake.As they settled on the grass a short walk away from the creamy painted walls of the house, she assumed that it must be a hotel. And only realized her mistake when Scott led the way in through the front door and she heard him greet a smartly dressed man, before strolling over to a side table to begin sifting through the small pile of letters she could see waiting there."This is a house," she murmured, pausing to look around the light and airy hallway.Scott threw her a glance. "What did you think it was?" "A hotel." His smile was more of a grimace. "This is my home—or the one I use whenever I'm here" Eyelashes flickering away from the sturdy staircase built of rich golden oak which took up central position, Vivian looked at him, then away again."How many homes do you have?" sh
So tranquil, she thought, when there was nothing tranquil about the man who must have had the pool and the goddess positioned there."So, what do you think?" He came to take the seat beside her, lazed back and stretched out his long legs."About the house? You must already know that it’s very beautiful." Vivian said. "I purchased it last year from a business acquaintance, who needed some heavy cash fast," he imparted casually. "The idea was to sell it on but the current housing market made me decide to hang on to it for a while." "That explains it, then," Vivian murmured.He turned his head to look at her. "Explains what?" he asked. "Did Anthony come with the house?" she responded with a question of her own."Yes," he confirmed, and she nodded her head."The decor and the furnishings?" His eyes started to narrow, and Vivian felt that needling spark of electricity filter into the air. She had to moisten her lips with the tip of her tongue before she could go on. "Your—stamp is not v