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up at the spire of glass rising into the clouds.
As a diversion from a conversation she no longer wanted to have, it worked.
The apartment her parents owned was nice. No, it was better than nice. It was in a great location, and had been refurbished to a high standard, but this was the stuff of dreams—a place ordinary mortals never got to see.
She had genuinely forgotten the ‘wedding on the horizon’ conversation.
‘Impressed?’ Sergio was exiting the car and swinging round to open the passenger door for her, but she had already hopped out and was staring.
‘Very impressed,’ she confessed.
That came as no big surprise to Sergio. He imagined her place as somewhere small and damp and in poor condition, languishing in a fairly unsavoury location. Possibly directly under a flight path.
It had begun to rain—a fine, dreary drizzle. It was after ten on a dark, wintry night but there was the alluring promise of excitement within the walls of his massive apartment and he felt like a randy teenager at the conclusion of a first date with the hottest girl in school.
They were whooshed up to his apartment in a glass elevator and finally, as he pushed open the door to his apartment, she managed to find her voice, which had got lost somewhere between the vast foyer and the fifteenth floor.
‘This is…incredible—but I guess you know that already…’ She laughed nervously and stared around her at a marvel of modernism. Cool abstract paintings, most of which she recognised, were hung strategically on the walls and there was an awful lot of pale marble everywhere.
She was in his apartment…
There was nothing to be nervous about. She repeated that mantra to herself as he dutifully made noises about the layout of the apartment.
So many rooms… And whilst he was obviously accustomed to the artwork, to the vast scale of everything, the avant-garde kitchen where the marble gave way to wood, the sitting area which was dominated by creams and whites… Well, she was more and more impressed with every passing step.
She peppered him with questions. Asked him how long he had lived there, if he knew his neighbours—which for some reason he found very funny—wondered aloud what would happen if he spilled red wine over the white leather sofa…
She chattered ceaselessly—because whether or not she should be nervous, she was.
With all her online dates—three of them, because number four had bitten the dust before they could actually meet—she had ultimately been in control. Public places, superficial conversation, awkward goodbyes…
She had not, even in passing, been tempted to go anywhere with them except to the door, where they’d parted company in different directions.
And both her relationships had started life in the friendship arena and then progressed from friendship through to curiosity and into a relationship before morphing back into friendship.
This…was different.
‘Perhaps some coffee…?’ she said.
So she was looking for a relationship? Why hide from that? He wasn’t. And definitely not with someone like her. She wasn’t a career woman who could talk about business stuff. That were the sort of women he dated, went out with, would consider a candidate for a relationship. He had said so himself. She was a one-off.
And he was a one-off for her as well. He was…this was…lust. No more, no less. Heck, she was aware of him with every fibre of her being—could feel his presence like a forbidden thrill.
So they were even. Weren’t they?
Still…a cup of coffee might settle her nerves. She pictured them heading up to that split galleried landing straight to his bedroom…where he would turn to her, expecting her to launch herself into abandoned sex when in fact she might have had two boyfriends but she was woefully short on the sort of experience she figured he would be used to.
‘You want…coffee…? At this hour?’ Sergio leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at her evenly.
‘Maybe a nightcap…’ A strong dose of hard liquor would definitely steady her nerves. Or else knock her out completely. Both options were preferable to the frantic flutter in her stomach.
‘Sit down,’ Sergio told her gently.
He propelled her towards one of the black leather chairs at the kitchen table and then perched on the side of the table, which was a beaten metal affair the likes of which she had never seen in her life before. She stared at it fixedly and tried not to let her eyes wander to the strain of his trousers pulling taut across a muscular thigh.
‘So you want either a cup of coffee or a nightcap?’ he mused, tilting her face upwards so that she could look at him.
What was he to think? He didn’t know. They were in his apartment and she should be coming on to him. That was how the game was played. Was this some cunning ploy to hold his interest? He didn’t want to let go of his natural instinct to suspect the unexpected, but some other natural instinct inside him—one that had never surfaced before—was pushing him in a different direction.
‘Either or…’ Susie blinked and licked her lips.
‘Do you usually have nightcaps?’
‘Not usually, no…’
‘Only when you go on dates?’
‘I…I don’t really do a lot of dating, as it happens.’
‘Just random ones with strange men you meet on the internet?’
‘I would never have dreamt of having any sort of nightcap with any of those guys I arranged to meet,’ she told him truthfully. ‘They were pretty awful. Well, not awful. Just…boring and average…’
‘Is there a hidden compliment in there somewhere for me?’
‘You really are arrogant!’ But a little smile hovered on her lips and she relaxed fractionally.
‘And you’re very sexy,’ Sergio told her bluntly. ‘So why the hell do you think that the only way to meet a man is on the internet?’
‘You think I’m sexy?’
‘I think you’re sexy. Beyond that, I don’t know what to think—and, take it from me, that’s a first.’ He stood up and sauntered over to a complicated coffee maker. ‘Now, I’m going to make you a cup of coffee and then I’m going to get my driver to take you back to your place.’
‘No!’
She would never see him again. Thrown into a state of confusion by the tumult of emotion that accompanied that thought, Susie stared at him, dry-mouthed.
Sergio ignored her outburst. He wasn’t up for this—however intriguing it might be and however much it rescued him from his emotional torpor. This was a complication, and he could do without complications.
When it came to women, he liked to know what he was dealing with. He had no idea what he was dealing with here. Gold-digger? A sexy little number who wanted to press all his buttons and was doing so via a roundabout route? Or an up front and honest young girl who genuinely had no idea of her own sex appeal? And how up front and honest could she really be if she was out there, trawling the internet, advertising herself on the open market?
‘Look…’ Coffee made, Sergio sat next to her at the kitchen table. ‘Somehow I found myself in your company tonight. Not what I had planned on. In fact I had planned on working, having something to eat and coming back here on my own.’
His keen eyes noted the slight tremble of her hands as she cradled the mug between them. If this was acting, then she should be up for an award.
‘That said, I was more than happy with