Terms of Engagement. Ann Major. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Ann Major
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Desire
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
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isbn: 9781408971888
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in an outraged gasp.

      “The thought of anything so awful happening to your delectable body is hateful to me.” When he hesitated, his avid, searching expression made her warm again.

      “Okay,” he said. “Let’s say I take you at your word. You’re here to save your sister from me. And you’d die before you’d let me marry her. Is that right?”

      “Essentially.”

      “What else would you do to stop me? Surely there is some lesser, more appealing sacrifice you’d be willing to make to inspire me to change my mind.”

      “I … don’t know what you mean.”

      “Well, what if I were to agree to your proposal and forgo marriage to your lovely sister, a woman you say is so un-suited to my temperament I could never love her—I want to know what I will get in return.”

      “Do you always have to get something in return? You wouldn’t actually be making a sacrifice.”

      His smile was a triumphant flash of white against his deeply tanned skin. “Always. Most decidedly. My hypothetical marriage to your sister is a business deal, after all. As a businessman, I would require compensation for letting the deal fall through.”

      Awful man.

      His blue eyes stung her, causing the pulse in her throat to hammer frantically.

      “Maybe … er … the satisfaction of doing a good deed for once in your life?” she said.

      He laughed. “That’s a refreshing idea if ever I heard one, and from a very charming woman—but, like most humans, I’m driven by the desire to avoid pain and pursue pleasure.”

      “And to think—I imagined you to be primarily driven by greed. Well, I don’t have any money.”

      “I don’t want your money.”

      “What do you want, then?”

      “I think you know,” he said silkily, leaning closer. “You. You interest me … quite a lot. I believe we could give each other immense pleasure … under the right circumstances.”

      The unavoidable heat in his eyes caused an unwanted shock wave of fiery prickles to spread through her body. She’d seriously underestimated the risk of confronting this man.

      “In fact, I think we both knew what we wanted the moment we looked at each other today,” he said.

      He wanted her.

      And even though he was promised to Jaycee, he didn’t have a qualm about acknowledging his impossible, unsavory need for the skinnier, plainer, older sister. Maybe the thought of bedding his future wife’s sister improved upon his original idea of revenge. Or maybe he was simply a man who never denied himself a female who might amuse him, however briefly. If any of those assumptions were true, he was too horrible for words.

      “I’m hungry,” he continued. “Why don’t we discuss your proposition over dinner,” he said.

      “No. I couldn’t possibly. You’ve said more than enough to convince me of the kind of man you are.”

      “Who are you kidding? You were prejudiced against me before you showed up here. If I’d played the saint, you would have still thought me the devil … and yet you would have also still … been secretly attracted. And you are attracted to me. Admit it.”

      Stunned at his boldness, she hissed out a breath. “I’m not.”

      Then why was she staring at his darling dimple as if she was hypnotized by it?

      He laughed. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. “Or dinner plans you need to change?”

      “No,” she admitted before she thought.

      “Good.” He smiled at her as if he was genuinely pleased. “Then it’s settled.”

      “What?”

      “You and I have a dinner date.”

      “No!”

      “What are you afraid of?” he asked in that deep, velvet tone that let her know he had much more than dinner in mind. And some part of her, God help her, wanted to rush toward him like a moth toward flame, despite her sister, despite the knowledge that he wanted to destroy her family.

      Kira was shaking her head vehemently when he said, “You came here today to talk to me, to convince me to do as you ask. I’m making myself available to you.”

      “But?”

      He gave her a slow, insolent grin. “If you want to save your sister from the Big Bad Wolf, well—here’s your chance.”

      Two

      When they turned the corner and she saw the gaily lit restaurant, Kira wished with all her heart she’d never agreed to this dinner with Quinn.

      Not that he hadn’t behaved like a perfect gentleman as they’d walked over together.

      When she’d said she wanted to go somewhere within walking distance of his office, she’d foolishly thought she’d be safer with him on foot.

      “You’re not afraid to get in my car, to be alone with me, are you?” he’d teased.

      “It just seems simpler … to go somewhere close,” she’d hedged. “Besides, you’re a busy man.”

      “Not too busy for what really matters.”

      Then he’d suggested they walk along the river. The lovely reflections in the still, brown water where ducks swam and the companionable silences they’d shared as they’d made their way along the flagstones edged by lush vegetation, restaurants and bars had been altogether too enjoyable.

      She’d never made a study of predators, but she had a cat, Rudy. When on the hunt, he was purposeful, diligent and very patient. He enjoyed playing with his prey before the kill, just to make the game last longer. She couldn’t help but think Quinn was doing something similar with her.

      No sooner did Quinn push open the door so she could enter one of the most popular Mexican restaurants in all of San Antonio than warmth, vibrant laughter and the heavy beat of Latin music hit her.

      A man, who was hurrying outside after a woman, said, “Oh, excuse us, please, miss.”

      Quinn reached out and put his strong arm protectively around Kira’s waist, shielding her with his powerful body. Pulling her close, he tugged her to one side to let the other couple pass.

      When Quinn’s body brushed against hers intimately, as if they were a couple, heat washed over her as it had the afternoon when she’d been muddy and he’d pulled her into his arms. She inhaled his clean, male scent. As before, he drew her like a sexual magnet.

      When she let out an excited little gasp, he smiled and pulled her even closer. “You feel much too good,” he whispered.

      She should run, but the March evening was cooler than she’d dressed for, causing her to instinctively cling to his hot, big-boned body and stay nestled against his welcoming warmth.

      She felt the red scarf she wore around her neck tighten as if to warn her away. She yanked at it and gulped in a breath before she shoved herself free of him.

      He laughed. “You’re not the only one who’s been stunned by our connection, you know. I like holding you as much as you like being in my arms. In fact, that’s all I want to do … hold you. Does that make me evil? Or all too human because I’ve found a woman I have no will to resist?”

      “You are too much! Why did I let you talk me into this dinner?”

      “Because it was the logical thing to do, and I insisted. Because I’m very good at getting what I want. Maybe because you wanted to. But now I’d be quite happy to skip dinner. We could order takeout and go to my loft apartment, which isn’t