Lovers' Lies. Daphne ClairЧитать онлайн книгу.
those who wished to visit the Hi-Tech and Industrial Park and those who preferred a tour of specialty shops.
Relieved to find that Joshua had gone with the industrial tour, Felicia spent a relaxed morning with the bulk of the women browsing among a tempting array of embroidered silks, carved jade and cloisonné. It was difficult to limit her buying to a few irresistible pieces.
In the afternoon Maggie and several of the others declared they intended to spend the free time napping. Felicia welcomed the opportunity to take a walk on her own.
Strolling along the seaside promenade, where hundreds of Chinese holidaymakers and Japanese tourists enjoyed the broad beach a few feet below, she stopped to lean on the safety barrier, watching the swimmers and ball-players, and lifting a hand to her eyes to squint along the pier at the double-pagoda of the Rebounding Waves Pavilion.
Someone came to lean alongside her, and she felt the tightening of her skin that invariably told her when Joshua was near.
‘Isn’t this a bit silly?’ he said mildly.
‘What?’ She lowered her hand but didn’t take her eyes from the pavilion with the waves breaking gently around the rock on which it stood.
‘Not speaking,’ he said bluntly.
‘I am speaking to you.’
‘You avoid me at every opportunity.’
‘Actually there aren’t that many opportunities—’
The word fortunately hung in the air between them.
His hand on the rail beside her tightened. Then unexpectedly he laughed. Really laughed, with his head thrown back in genuine enjoyment. Watching him, she felt something clutch at her heart, and bit her lip, not wanting to recognise what had caused it.
The laughter was still in his eyes as he looked at her, shaking his head. ‘You never miss a chance, do you? Why do I keep asking for it?’
‘I’ve no idea.’ Felicia straightened away from the railing and turned to resume her stroll.
‘I don’t believe that.’ He was walking beside her. ‘You strike me as a fairly intelligent woman.’
“Thank you. What does that have to do with anything?
‘Do I seem to you like the sort of man who enjoys hitting his head against a brick wall for the fun of it?’
‘Since you ask...’ Felicia allowed her voice to trail off delicately as she stopped to look at a display of freshwater pearls. Joshua shifted to stand half facing her.
The stall-holder smiled eagerly at Felicia. ‘Hello, hello! Real pearl, very nice.’
‘Very nice,’ she assented, lifting a strand of the small, oddly shaped beads.
Joshua remained at her side. ‘You want me to spell it out?’ he asked.
‘Are you a good speller?’ Felicia asked coolly.
‘Cheap,’ the stall-holder said anxiously as Felicia let the strand of pearls drop from her fingers.
‘Agreed,’ Joshua commented, shooting him a brief glance. To Felicia he said quietly, ‘I find you madly attractive, and I want to spend time with you. Now I’m wide open for the coup de grâce.’
‘Only t’ree hun‘red yuan!’ the stall-holder offered, adding with hardly a pause, ‘Two hun’red seven-five OK?
Felicia said, ‘I’m sorry, I’m not interested.’
‘Two hun’red fifty!
‘Not interested?’ Joshua repeated softly. ‘You were tempted, though.’
‘Yes. I may change my mind later.’
‘I live in hope.’ There was laughter in his voice.
‘I was talking about the pearls.’
‘I wasn’t, and you know it.’
She looked up, ready to deliver a stinging retort, let him know once and for all that she wanted nothing from him but to be left alone. With any other man it would have been easy. She’d have been polite, firm, unequivocal, trying to leave his ego intact while giving him a clear message that his advances were unwelcome.
But then she met Joshua’s eyes and the words died on her tongue. He looked quite serious now, intense and determined, and she couldn’t look away from the glowing amber depths. Her own eyes dilated, she could feel it.
He halted, moving half in front of her, oblivious of the people walking around them. ‘What is it?’ he asked her. ‘You’re not married, are you? Is there a man back home? Or has someone hurt you, made you afraid to step into the dark again?’
‘None of the above.’ With an effort she pulled herself together, forced herself to detachment. Perhaps she ought to claim a lover, a commitment. But instinct told her it wouldn’t make any difference. ‘I’m deeply flattered, of course, but—’ She shrugged, not quite apologetically.
‘You admitted you were tempted.’
‘The pearls—’
‘The hell with the pearls! You were sparring with me, and enjoying it, Felicia. Just as you enjoyed that kiss the other night.’
‘You don’t suffer from false modesty, do you?’
‘You did reciprocate,’ he reminded her. ‘I wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t fully expected you to.’
Unfair. And arrogant. He had no right to take her response for granted. But she could hardly deny that she had given it. ‘A reflex. I was taken by surprise.’
Someone bumped against her, and Joshua took her arm and steered her away from the centre of the path to the side overlooking the beach. ‘If you hadn’t liked it your reflex would have been to pull away and slap my face.’
‘Next time—’ She stopped as a wicked grin curved his mouth. Fighting a shocking urge to laugh with him, she said, ‘I thought you were telling me earlier that you’re not a masochist.’
‘Maybe I could learn. I’ve always enjoyed new experienoes. A touch of vinegar can be quite refreshing after a diet of honey and sugar.’
‘Suzette seems a nice girl.’
His eyes gleamed. ‘Very.’
Genevieve had been nice—extraordinarily so. Had he found her cloying, become tired of her sweetness?
A shaft of pain and anger made her abruptly turn away, staring unseeingly at the tall buildings rising from the flat promontory at one end of the beach. ‘I thought you were together.’
‘No.’
‘Suzette would like you to be.’
‘Maybe. And maybe she deserves someone nicer than me,’ he said.
‘And I don’t?’ A dry note entered her voice.
‘Probably.’
She turned to regard him curiously. ‘So why should I be interested?’
‘I haven’t any idea, but I’m not imagining the signs.’
‘Signs?’ Her voice was frosty. He was so cocky, so convinced that she was attracted to him, when her feelings were much more complicated and much less complimentary than he had any idea of.
‘I swear,’ he said, ‘that you know when I come into a room—even