Оценить:
 Рейтинг: 0

One Night With Gael

Год написания книги
2019
<< 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 >>
На страницу:
6 из 10
Настройки чтения
Размер шрифта
Высота строк
Поля

He remained silent, gave her time to arrive at the conclusion he needed. After a minute she held out her hand.

He handed her his card and she stared down at it. If she recognised the information there she gave no indication. She looked from him to the car, then at the card, and back to him.

‘You have a first aid kit in your car?’ she enquired, quietly but firmly.

He probably did, but he shrugged. ‘Possibly. I’ve never had occasion to use one. But my hotel is fifteen minutes away. We can get you cleaned up more efficiently there.’

She immediately shook her head. ‘No, sorry—that won’t work for me. That Narnia thing again, you know...?’

Gael stopped himself from growling his frustration. Never had he had to work this hard to get traction with a member of the opposite sex. Had he been in a better mood he would have been vastly amused. He shoved both hands into his pockets and thought fast.

‘I was supposed to attend a dinner party tonight, with thirty other guests, on the Upper East Side. I pulled out because of the prospect of a business meeting with you. We will go there. Is that enough reassurance for you?’

She stared back at him, her injured fist slowly curling. Gael knew the abrasion would be causing her discomfort by now.

‘Maybe...but how do I know the party is real and not some made-up fantasy?’

He compressed his lips before reaching for his phone. A few clicks and Pietro Vitale’s face filled his screen.

‘Gael, your presence has been missed. I’ve tried not to be insulted by a few of my female guests complaining that the party isn’t the same without you,’ his friend complained.

Gael’s gaze shifted from the screen to Goldie. Her mouth was set in a firm, mildly disapproving line. He angled the screen towards her and addressed Pietro. ‘I can remedy that, provided I can bring a guest?’

‘Of course, amico. More is merrier, sí? Also, the sooner, the better. Arrivederci!’

The Italian signed off.

‘Will that suffice or do I need to request a police escort as well?’ he drawled.

Goldie slowly shrugged. ‘This is fine.’

Gael exhaled, a curious tension leaving his body as he nodded. ‘Then come.’

Her eyes widened a fraction at his curt command, but she fell into step beside him. She summoned a tiny smile for his driver as he opened the back door for her. When she stooped to enter Gael forced his gaze from lingering on her rounded backside and shapely legs.

He entered after her and settled back in his seat. When she slid as far away from him as possible he experienced that mild irritation again. Considering what he’d witnessed in the auditorium this afternoon, her stand-offish behaviour was getting old.

‘We’ve established that I’m not about to force myself on you, Miss Beckett, so perhaps you could drop the terrified lamb routine?’

‘I’m not a lamb,’ she snapped. ‘And this isn’t a routine.’

‘Are you saying you’re always this suspicious of everyone?’

‘I’m suspicious of men who come out of nowhere and accost me in dark alleys—and, yes, men who are possibly wolves dressed in lambs’ clothing.’

‘And yet here you are,’ he said.

Her expressive eyes snapped at him. ‘What exactly are you saying?’

Gael stared at her as the car slid into traffic. ‘I mean your options aren’t looking very good right now. So perhaps a little gratitude wouldn’t go amiss. I might decide you’re not worth the effort and leave you to your fate. Is that what you want?’ he asked, watching her closely.

‘I’ve just been attacked. I’m within my rights to be wary,’ she replied.

‘Yes, but I think you trust your instincts too—which is why you’re here, no?’

‘You think you know me?’ she enquired, narrow-eyed.

‘I think my assessment is right. Instinct first, then after that you let other...urges guide you.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? What urges?’

His mouth twisted. ‘You tell me.’

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about. And if this is the way our supposed business meeting is heading perhaps I’m better off cutting my losses right now.’

Gael sighed. ‘While you decide on that will you allow me to put your seat belt on for you? I wouldn’t want you to suffer another injury en route to what you imagine is your gruesome end.’

Her eyes narrowed. ‘You’re mocking me?’

He reached for the seat belt. ‘I’m trying to find a way to have a conversation without getting disagreed with at every turn.’

She inhaled long and hard, her gaze going from the buckle in his hand to his face. When he cocked an eyebrow she nodded and pressed herself back against the seat. Moving closer, Gael wondered whether his offer had been a good idea. Underneath the distinctive smell of her intimate acquaintance with alley concrete he caught the scent of apples and honeysuckle. And at close quarters he saw her pulse racing at her throat, her skin flushing when he drew the belt between her breasts.

The stirring in his groin wasn’t surprising—he was a red-blooded male, after all—but he cursed its presence all the same, especially when he cradled her hip for a precious few seconds before the lock slid home and his blood heated up to discomfort levels.

When he finished the task and sat back it wasn’t without a modicum of relief.

He was almost glad when she cleared her throat. ‘So, what do you want to talk to me about?’

He brought his mind firmly back to task. To business. ‘I have a proposition for you. If you’re agreeable we’ll get you cleaned up first, then we’ll talk, sí?’

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_c94984e5-1665-5aae-949b-07a822ed68e4)

GOLDIE TRIED TO FOCUS as the sleek, luxurious car rolled down Columbus Avenue and turned on to Central Park West. She didn’t think she’d hit her head when that horrid brute had wrestled her purse away from her. And yet a hazy sensation, as if she’d fallen down a rabbit hole, swirled all around her, making her wonder if her faculties were intact. Making her wonder if she’d heard him right.

What had this unfathomably riveting stranger said? A proposition.

She wanted to snort under her breath. Nothing good could come out of a proposition from a man like that. A man with the face of a fallen angel, hell-bent on practising his sorcery on unsuspecting women. A man with a voice so hypnotic she wondered if he’d practised that precise cadence and for how long before he’d attained that perfect sizzling-you-to-your-toes note that accompanied each faintly accented word.

He was the kind of man who was everything her mother had always yearned for and never achieved. The exact type of man Goldie had sworn off after witnessing time and again the way they used their God-given attributes mercilessly.

Goldie didn’t hate all men. But she drew a particular line at playboys with enigmatic eyes and captivating faces that defied adequate description and bodies to match. Throw in the type of wealth and raw power this man next to her exuded and her warning bells clanged loud enough to be heard on the Long Island Sound.

So what was she doing in his car?

Goldie frowned, then answered her own question. Circumstances had forced her into it. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still in control. Of her mental faculties and of her body. That zing she’d felt when he’d secured her seat belt had been a temporary aberration. The whole last hour had been a surreal sequence of events she intended to put behind her as soon as possible.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. When she was certain his phone had absorbed his attention, she turned and stared at his profile.
<< 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 >>
На страницу:
6 из 10