‘In other words, all’s fair in love, war and writing profiles?’ Piers said tersely.
‘In other words, I don’t need your seal of approval,’ she told him.
‘You’re not going to get it!’ He strode forward to plant himself in front of her, six foot three inches of aggressive, angry, dominant male. ‘Erase everything you have on that tape,’ he ordered.
Although it required an effort, Suzy stood firm. Piers Armstrong had a reputation for never allowing himself to be pushed around, and she did not intend to be pushed around either. Three years ago, she would have given way and obeyed his command, but these days she was made of sterner stuff.
‘You’re acting the heavy?’ she enquired.
‘You’re the one who wants to play rough, lady, not me,’ he responded. ‘Now, wipe that damn tape.’
Her eyes met his in a look of cool determination. ‘No,’ she said.
Piers bent to the machine, pushed a button and the cover flipped open. ‘In that case, I’ll take it.’
‘You can’t!’ wailed Suzy.
‘Watch me,’ he said, and slid the tape into his hip pocket.
Her temper flared. There was nothing of Hugo’s spiel which she intended to quote verbatim, so the tape had little real value, but that was not the point. The point was that Piers was interfering with the gathering of her data, with the writing of her book.
‘Would you kindly return my property?’ she demanded heatedly. He shook his head. ‘In that case, I’ll take it,’ Suzy declared, spitting his own words back to him, and made a sudden lunge for his pocket.
Taken by surprise, Piers reared back, started to turn and stumbled. Overbalancing, he made an instinctive grab at her in an attempt to remain upright, but only succeeded in yanking her off balance too.
‘Aargh!’ she gasped, as he toppled back on to the sofa and she fell on top of him.
Winded, she lay there for a moment or two, then she half raised herself.
‘No, you don’t,’ said Piers, when her hand dived downwards in a lightning attack on his hip pocket.
He caught hold of her wrists and pinioned her arms behind her back. Furiously wriggling and squirming, Suzy struggled to wrench an arm free and, thanks to a sly kick at his shins which made him swear and momentarily distracted him, she managed it.
‘I do!’ she retorted, going in search of the tape again.
Piers recaptured her arm with indolent ease. ‘I love to feel the heat of a woman’s anger,’ he remarked.
As his hands curved tightly around the slender bones of her wrists, Suzy’s eyes shot daggers. She had never met anyone more condescending, more arrogant, or more infuriating!
‘I understood that seduction was no longer your stock-in-trade,’ remarked Piers, as she once more started to squirm.
‘It—it isn’t,’ she panted.
‘So you aren’t slithering around in order to arouse me?’ he asked.
Suzy tugged and twisted her arms, but to no avail. He had twice her physical strength. ‘Of course not.’
‘But we are two different genders, and it’s red blood which flows in my veins,’ he murmured.
Her fighting ceased and she lay still—very still. Somewhat belatedly, his remark had alerted her to the fact that Piers was aroused. Suzy’s heart thumped wildly in her chest. Why, when at the clinic she had shied away from so much as shaking his hand, had she launched such a physical protest? she wondered. Why, instead of leaping straight up when they fell down, had she continued to lie on top of him, continued to grab for his hip pocket?
‘I’m simply attempting to retrieve my tape,’ she told him, with as much dignity as she could muster. Though, with her hair falling into her eyes and her cheeks bright red, it was a preciously small amount.
‘And how do you explain acting the femme fatale?’
Suzy looked up into the pale grey eyes which were just a few inches from hers. ‘Femme fatale? I don’t know what you mean.’
Piers removed one of the restraining hands from her wrists and brought it between them. ‘I mean this,’ he said, running the tip of a long index finger slowly down her throat and into the warm valley between her breasts.
She jerked back. His touch—so casual and yet so intimate—was like an electric shock. She felt as if he had sent a live current zig-zagging through every cell of her body. As his finger had stroked down so had his eyes, and now, as she followed his gaze, her face flamed. The top three buttons at the neck of her shirt were open, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts in what suddenly seemed like a racily low-cut white lace bra.
‘I wasn’t aware the buttons were undone,’ she said stiffly.
‘They came undone when you made that first grab. The glimpse of bosom has been most alluring, though the only time you lapsed into full-blown eroticism was when you pushed yourself up and then—’ Piers rolled his eyes.
‘You can have the tape,’ Suzy told him, at speed. ‘And you can release me.’
‘But after so much celibacy, to have a curvy young woman spreadeagled on top of me is most...invigorating,’ he drawled, and shifted his body against hers.
As she felt the thrust of him, a wave of heat engulfed her.
‘Let me go!’ she demanded, in a mixture of panic and fury.
A lazy smile tilted the corners of his mouth. ‘You aren’t inclined to indulge me?’
‘No, I am not!’
‘Spoilsport,’ said Piers, and released her.
Back on her feet, Suzy hastily fastened the buttons and tucked her shirt back into her skirt. Today her hair was worn loose, and she attempted to smooth down the tousled wheat-gold strands.
‘Aren’t you being a touch paranoid about my profile?’ she demanded, when her composure had been reassembled—well, some of it.
Piers rose from the sofa. ‘Paranoid?’ he repeated, his eyes glittering dangerously.
‘Suzy’s right,’ said Hugo, breezing back into the room with a handful of photographs. ‘You’re taking this business of being written up far too seriously. Even if you did possess some murky secret—’ he chuckled ‘—I’ve had enough experience of being interviewed to know when to be discreet.’
Piers frowned. ‘Yes, you’re good at discretion,’ he remarked. ‘For example, you’ve said nothing to me about the welcome-home party which you and Barbara are so busily arranging.’
His father’s jaw dropped. ‘You know about that?’
‘It’s the reason I’m here,’ said Piers. ‘While I’ve no wish to appear ungracious, I’ve come to suggest you cancel it, because I shan’t be present on the night.’
‘But Babs and I thought you’d enjoy hobnobbing with some of your chums again,’ Hugo protested, sounding so disappointed that Suzy’s heart shrivelled.
She eyed the two men. Granted, her presence had annoyed Piers, but, that apart, his manner towards his father was a little removed and very proper. And Hugo appeared...wary. He had said they had not met since Piers had left the clinic. Maybe it was only a couple of days, but in the circumstances... Suzy sighed. It seemed that the burying of differences which Hugo longed for, and which she