Captive In Eden. Karen Van Der ZeeЧитать онлайн книгу.
I did was fall asleep on your sofa and now you interrogate me as if I were a common criminal! I don’t know anything about that lawsuit and I am not here to dig up dirt on you, if that’s what you’re thinking!’
He eyed her narrowly. ‘Unfortunately, I don’t feel reassured.’
‘You think I’m lying?’
He shrugged. ‘I don’t know you, do I? I find it very suspicious to find you here in this house. I’m simply trying to ascertain what the reason might be.’ He paused fractionally. ‘Apart from that headache story.’
She covered her face with her hands and moaned. There was no way she was going to convince him of her innocence.
‘What happened to Sean last night?’ he continued. ‘You said you came with him to the party.’
‘Yes, I did.’ She lowered her hands and clasped them together on the table in front of her.
‘But you didn’t leave with him.’
‘No, I did not.’ In the circumstances, maybe that was suspicious. He didn’t like Sean; she was quite sure of that.
‘Why not?’
Well, what could she say? The truth and nothing but the truth: He dumped me.
‘He left without me,’ she said, which sounded a bit more dignified. She tried not to look at the small wisp of dark chest hair that peeked out from his open-necked shirt. Everything about him seemed to disturb her—his eyes, his voice, his damned chest hair.
His brows arched. ‘That would indicate a certain lack of manners, wouldn’t you say?’
‘Absolutely.’ She could only agree. ‘I think he was having a tantrum.’ She swallowed a nervous chuckle. The situation was beginning to take on farcical overtones.
‘A tantrum? I thought children had tantrums.’
‘Some men have them too,’ she said lightly. ‘When women don’t fall all over themselves pleasing them.’
‘I see. So he was having a tantrum because you were not falling all over yourself pleasing him.’
She nodded, trying not to smile. ‘You could say that, yes. I’m going to Mexico for a month and we had an argument about it in your lovely garden.’
‘Ah, after which you threw yourself into my arms. You fit quite nicely actually; did you notice?’
She gave him a withering look, and his mouth twitched.
‘Just a casual observation. When I hold a woman close in my arms I can’t help noticing the feel and shape of her.’
Her heart began to race at the image and she remembered very well the feel of his hard chest against her cheek and the warm male smell of him. Oh, God, this was insanity. ‘I hope it was a big thrill for you,’ she said caustically.
‘It was.’ His smile showed even white teeth. ‘Now tell me, what’s the problem with your going to Mexico?’
The question was posed casually. They were having a casual conversation, were they? She didn’t believe it for a minute.
‘As far as I am concerned it’s not a problem at all. I consider it a wonderful professional opportunity.’
He nodded. ‘But Sean found it a problem,’ he surmised.
‘Yes, he did, and it’s none of your business.’ He was beginning to annoy her severely. She didn’t like that gleam in his eyes—an odd mixture of amusement and suspicion. She couldn’t figure out what he was thinking and feeling about her and it threw her off-balance.
He gave her an assessing look. ‘Sean felt he couldn’t live without you for that long. He could not imagine that you would choose to go on a trip to Mexico over being with him.’
She felt a rush of anger. ‘Oh, so he told you, did he?’
He gave a half-smile. ‘No. I’ve known Sean for a while and it’s simply an educated guess. Why are you going to Mexico?’
‘A friend of mine is leading a small research team and I’ve been asked to come along as the photographer. There’s not much money in it, but the experience is worth a lot and it’ll be a new environment for me, and that’s always very inspiring.’ She bit her lip, feeling a pang of bitter pain. ‘Unfortunately, Sean does not think my work is very important. He said as much yesterday.’ Her voice wobbled suddenly and it made her angry.
‘And you do not take that kindly.’
‘No,’ she said tightly. ‘I told him I wasn’t going to tolerate his disrespect and…’ She hesitated and stopped.
‘And what?’ he prompted.
Suddenly it was hard not to smile. ‘I told him he had a big title and a big salary and a small mind. He didn’t like that. I think leaving without me was his idea of revenge.’
‘How very childish of him.’ Chase smiled a lazy smile. ‘So, here you are, stranded,’ he concluded. He seemed to find the idea amusing.
She finished her coffee and pushed the cup away from her. ‘If you wouldn’t mind telling me directions to this place, I’ll ask my mother to come and get me. I wasn’t paying attention where we were going yesterday.’
‘You live with your mother?’
‘No. I have my own place, but my parents don’t live far.’
He leaned back in his chair. ‘And what is your mother going to think when she arrives here and sees you like this?’
Sky shrugged. ‘I’ll tell her what happened and she’ll think it’s hilarious. She has quite a sense of humour. Besides, my mother doesn’t worry about my morals.’
‘She doesn’t? Why is that?’
She sighed. ‘Because there’s nothing to worry about.’
He nodded. ‘I’m glad to hear that,’ he said piously and she wanted to throw her coffee at him. She managed to control herself.
‘None the less,’ he went on, ‘let’s not inconvenience your mother this morning. I’ll drive you home.’
‘That’s not necessary. I live almost an hour’s drive from here.’
‘No problem. First we’ll have breakfast.’
She stiffened. She didn’t want him to drive her home, but it didn’t seem as if she had much choice. It was clear that he was a man who did what he wanted to do and arguing was going to get her nowhere.
‘I don’t want any breakfast, thank you. I’d just as soon get going so I can get out of these clothes and into the shower. I feel stupid sitting here in this ridiculous dress.’
‘You can get out of the dress and into a shower here.’ He held up his hand as if to ward off a refusal. ‘Please be my guest, since you are already, anyway.’
‘I don’t have any clothes to change into. I didn’t come prepared for this…excursion, even if you do think so.’
‘I’m sure we can find you something. Come along. You take that shower while I cook us some breakfast.’
‘Why don’t you just take me home?’
He shrugged lightly. ‘I’m in no hurry.’ And I call the shots, his eyes said. Without me you’re going nowhere.
She was at his mercy.
‘I hope you’re enjoying this little power game,’ she said with cold disdain.
One dark brow lifted sardonically. ‘Power game? Let’s not be melodramatic, shall we? I simply prefer to have some breakfast before starting my day, and I’m offering you the same, as well as a shower and a change of clothes. I’m only trying to be a good host.’ He smiled politely