The Spaniard's Pleasure: The Spaniard's Pregnancy Proposal / At the Spaniard's Convenience / Taken: the Spaniard's Virgin. Margaret Mayo

your other women.’ Then, realising that her words might be interpreted as an admission that she was one of them, she hastily added, ‘Poor, misguided idiots—they have my deepest sympathy.’

      ‘I don’t want to talk about any woman but you. I don’t want any woman but you. Do not pretend you don’t know what I’m saying. That you haven’t thought about these things too.’

      ‘Are you implying I think about you naked?’

      ‘Are you saying you don’t?’

      Fleur decided it was a lot wiser not to go there. ‘My God, you think everything is about sex.’

      ‘Not everything, but with you it’s not something that is easy to think past.’

      ‘I suppose you think I’m going to find your candour endearing.’

      ‘You really think that I’m in any condition to be calculating.’ He vented a hoarse laugh. ‘I can’t function at even a basic level. You’re…’ He shook his head. ‘I just don’t have the vocabulary to describe what you’re doing to me.’

      Their eyes locked and suddenly all Fleur’s anger and resentment died. ‘You’re making my life pretty miserable too,’ she confided huskily.

      ‘Then what do you suggest we do about it, querida