It Started With One Night: The Magnate's Mistress / His Bride for One Night / Master of Her Virtue. Miranda LeeЧитать онлайн книгу.
‘Yes,’ she agreed, a tremor ripping down her spine. By next Saturday, her body would be screaming for him.
She picked up her glass and took a decent swallow, aware that he was watching her closely.
‘Are you all right, Tara?’ he asked, softly but knowingly, she thought.
‘No,’ she returned sharply. ‘No, I’m not. And it’s all your fault. I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof.’
‘Aaah.’
There was a wealth of satisfaction—and knowledge—in that aaah.
‘Would you like me to have our meals sent up to the penthouse?’
Tara blinked, then stared at him. If she blindly said yes, it would be the end of her. She would be his in whatever way he wanted her. There would be no further questioning over what she wanted, because what she wanted would be what he wanted.
But how could she say no when she wanted it too? To be his. To let him take her back into that world he had shown her today, that dizzying, dazzling world where sensation was heaped upon sensation, where giving pleasure was as satisfying as receiving it, where the mind was set free of worry and all its focus was centred on the physical.
‘Can we take the champagne too?’ she heard herself saying, shocked to the core at how cool her voice sounded.
‘Absolutely.’ Max was already on his feet.
‘Will you still respect me in the morning?’ she said with a degree of self-mockery as he walked round the table towards her.
Placing one hand under her chin, he tipped up her face for a kiss which was cruel in its restraint.
He’s teasing me, she realised. Giving me a taste of what’s to come.
‘Tell me you love me,’ he murmured when his mouth lifted.
‘I love you.’
‘Let’s go.’
‘I’M BEING punished for last night,’ Tara groaned.
‘You’ve just got a hangover,’ Max reassured her, sitting down on the side of the bed and stroking her hair back from her forehead. ‘You must have had too much champagne.’
‘I’ll never touch the stuff again,’ Tara said, not sure which was worse. Her headache or her swirling stomach.
‘Pity,’ Max said with a wry smile. ‘You really were very cooperative.’
‘Don’t remind me.’
Max laughed. ‘I’ll get you a couple of painkillers and a glass of water.’
Max disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Tara with her misery and her memories of the night before. Impossible to forget what she had allowed. Ridiculous to pretend that she hadn’t thrilled to it all.
Tara groaned, then groaned again. She was going to be sick.
Her dash to the bathroom was desperate, shoving Max out of the way. She just had time to hold her hair back and out of the way before everything came up that she’d eaten the night before. It came up and came up till she was left exhausted and shaken. 84
It’s just a hangover, she told herself as Max helped her over to the basin, where she rinsed out her mouth and washed her face. Or the same virus I had yesterday morning. I couldn’t possibly be pregnant. Mum put that silly thought into my head. And it is silly. I had a period, for pity’s sake.
‘Poor darling,’ Max comforted as he carried her back to bed and placed her still naked body gently inside the sheets. When she started shivering he covered her up with a quilt and tucked it around her. ‘No point taking any tablets if you’re throwing up. I’ll go get you that glass of water. And a cool washer to put on your forehead. That helps sometimes. Take it from one who knows. I’ve had a few dreadful hangovers in my time. Still, you must be extra-susceptible to champagne, because you didn’t have that much. I think I had the major share. And we wasted a bit. On you.’
‘Don’t remind me about that, either,’ she said wretchedly. ‘Could you dispose of that disgusting champagne bottle? I don’t want to look at it.’
‘Come, now, Tara, you loved it last night. All of it,’ he said as he swept the empty bottle off the bedside table and headed for the doorway. ‘But I will tolerate your morning-after sensitivities,’ he tossed over his shoulder, ‘in view of your fragile condition.’
Her fragile condition…
Tara bit her bottom lip as the question over her being sick for a second morning in a row returned to haunt her. Max was right. She hadn’t had that much champagne. Hard to pin her hopes on the gastric virus going around, either. With that, Jen and her kids had been running to use the loo all the time. Then there was her sudden recovery yesterday afternoon and evening, only for her to become nauseous again this morning.
If she hadn’t had a period recently then she would have presumed she was pregnant, as her mother had. Was it possible to have a period and still be pregnant? Tara had read of a few such cases. They weren’t proper periods, just breakthrough bleeding, mostly related to women who’d fallen pregnant whilst on the Pill. Nothing was a hundred per cent safe, except abstinence. Her mother had told her that, too.
‘Oh, God,’ she sobbed, and stuffed a hand into her mouth.
‘That bad, huh?’ Max said as he strode back into the bedroom, carrying a glass of water with some ice in it. ‘Do you want me to ring the house medico? I have one on call here at the weekends.’
‘No! No doctor.’
‘OK, OK,’ Max soothed, coming round to place the glass on the bedside table. ‘No doctor. I’m just trying to help. I don’t like seeing you this sick.’
‘What you don’t like is not having your new little sex slave on tap this morning!’
The horrible words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She saw Max’s head jerk back. Saw the shock in his eyes.
Tara was truly appalled at herself. ‘I’m sorry,’ she cried. ‘I didn’t mean that. Truly. I’m not myself this morning. I’m a terrible person when I’m sick.’ And when I’m petrified I might be pregnant.
The very thought sent her head whirling some more. She didn’t want to be pregnant. Not now. Not when Max had just asked her to travel with him. Not when her life had just become so exciting.
‘It’s all right, Tara. I understand.’
‘No, no, you don’t.’
‘I think I do. What happened yesterday. And last night. It was a case of too much too soon. I became greedy. I should have taken things more slowly with you. You might have enjoyed yourself at the time, but hindsight has a way of bringing doubts and worries. It’s good, in a way, that this morning has given us both a breather. Even if it’s not under pleasant circumstances for you.’
‘You don’t mind?’
His smile was wry. ‘Mind? Of course I mind. I’d love to be making love to you right at this moment. But I’m a patient man. I can wait till next weekend. And next time, I promise I won’t frighten you with my demands.’
‘You…you didn’t frighten me, Max.’
He stared into her eyes. ‘No? Are you sure?’
‘I’m sure. I liked everything we did together.’
He let out a sigh of relief. ‘I’m so glad to hear that. I have to confess I was a bit worried that I might have gone too far last night. Not at the time. But when I woke, this morning.’
Not as worried as she was this morning.