She gave a scornful laugh. ‘Reece, until a few hours ago I was going to marry the man; he won’t harm me,’ she dismissed assuredly.
‘That isn’t the reason I don’t want you to be alone with him.’ He shook his head, his mouth firm.
‘Then why——’ She paled at the look in his eyes as he parked the car outside her home before turning in his seat to look at her. ‘Reece, this engagement isn’t real! It’s just a face-saver for me until we can break off our engagement.’
‘I know that,’ he nodded. ‘And so will Gilbraith if I’m not with you tomorrow.’
‘He won’t know we’re even engaged,’ she protested.
‘Some of the people there tonight were his colleagues,’ Reece reminded tautly. ‘One of them is probably telephoning him right now with the news that you announced your engagement to me. The whole charade will have been a waste of time if he discovers it isn’t real. And then we’re both going to look twice as foolish.’
He was right, of course, it didn’t take a genius to work it out. And why not let Giles think his defection had affected her so little she had immediately become engaged to a man who was twice the man he would ever be? If Reece were agreeable, and he obviously was, why not?
‘He said he would be over once I’ve closed the shop for the night, that’s about six-thirty,’ she told Reece abruptly.
‘Fine,’ he nodded. ‘I’ll be there.’
And Laurel knew that Giles would be at the shop by six so that gave her half an hour to talk to him alone!
Reece got out of the car to open the door for her. ‘I’ll walk you inside.’
She didn’t argue, knowing that it would have no effect if she did; Reece would do exactly what he wanted to do. He held her elbow on the way up in the lift, taking the key from her hand to unlock the door to go in and switch on the lights before she entered.
‘How do you think I manage every other evening?’ she mocked his protective action, throwing her bag down into a chair.
‘Alone,’ he bit out grimly. ‘Why didn’t you accept the invitation to move in with us?’
Her mouth twisted. ‘Because I’m a grown woman, not a child. I run my own business and my own life. I have no intention of moving back in with my mother,’ she derided.
‘If that’s a dig at me I have my own wing of the house,’ he drawled.
‘You still live with your father and my mother, take your meals with them,’ she dismissed.
He looked at her unblinkingly. ‘I’m not about to justify myself to you,’ he told her coldly. ‘I live there because it’s my home. Now come here——’
‘What…’
‘You deliberately moved provocatively against me on the dance floor tonight.’ His arms moved about her tightly as he effortlessly moulded her body to his. ‘Now it’s time to pay up on those promises.’
‘Reece…’
‘I’ve discovered the fire in you, Laurel,’ he grated. ‘And I intend to burn in it!’
His words made her feel on fire, never having been the recipient of such earthy compliments before. He had kissed her this evening several times, with varying degrees of emotion, she couldn’t help but feel curious now about how it would be to be kissed by him with sensual intensity.
The kiss began as a slow exploration, but as the warmth spread through her body and she moved searchingly against him the kiss became subtly different, demanding, arousing; Laurel’s hands moving restlessly over the warmth of his back beneath the evening jacket.
She had never felt in the least curious about any man’s body, found Giles’s light lovemaking only mildly interesting. But she was more than just curious about Reece’s body, could imagine how magnificent he would look naked, her senses heightened because of her imaginings.
She gasped as the warmth of his hand closed over the material of her dress, on the mound of her breast. ‘No, I——’
‘Small, but perfect,’ he told her huskily.
‘Small is right,’ she agreed bitterly, pushing his hand away.
He looked down at her with honey-warm eyes. ‘But perfect,’ he insisted gruffly. ‘Don’t you have any idea how sexy you are?’
She avoided his eyes. ‘Frank said——’
‘Forget that bastard!’ he grated. ‘What did Gilbraith say?’ His eyes were narrowed.
Laurel shrugged evasively. ‘He isn’t—wasn’t, a very sensual man,’ she dismissed.
‘I am,’ Reece told her softly. ‘Very sensual. And I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you, in every way there is and ever has been.’
‘When you first saw me I was slumped over the steering-wheel of my car covered in blood,’ she scorned the claim.
His steady gaze held hers. ‘And I wanted you.’
‘That sort of want is just a bodily function. And I’m not into the Kama Sutra,’ she scorned.
‘I said in every way there is,’ he insisted intently. ‘Not every position. It isn’t just sex I want from you. Laurel, I——’
‘Would you please go now?’ She turned away, her hands clasped tightly together in front of her. ‘It’s been a traumatic evening; I’d like to be alone now.’
‘Laurel——’
‘Please go, Reece,’ she sighed wearily.
‘Okay,’ he rasped. ‘I will. It’s too soon for you, I realise that, but you didn’t love Gilbraith, Laurel. It’s only your pride that has been injured, and once you get over that I——’
‘Our engagement will be broken and we can get on with our respective lives,’ she interrupted curtly. ‘I’m grateful for your help, and a few moments ago I may even have felt a little sexual curiosity concerning you, but that’s all it was.’
‘Was it?’ His eyes were narrowed.
‘Yes, it was,’ she answered calmly.
He looked at her silently for several seconds, and then he slowly nodded. ‘I’ll be there about six-thirty tomorrow.’
‘Yes.’ She accompanied him towards the door.
‘I don’t… Good God, what do you have all these locks for?’ He eyed the four locks on the inside of her door disbelievingly. ‘This isn’t New York, you know!’
Laurel shrugged. ‘There have been several burglaries in the building the last few months; these locks are just a precaution.’
Reece frowned darkly. ‘Burglaries? I don’t like the sound——’
‘No one asked you to like or dislike it,’ she snapped irritably. ‘I’ve taken care of myself since I was sixteen years old, I certainly don’t need some strong arrogant man trying to throw his undoubtable weight about in my life now!’