Mistress on his Terms

Dry-mouthed, he said, “Is who what?”

“Is Lily as pretty as her picture?”

She came to the foot of the bed and stood with her hands behind her back, looking for all the world about fifteen years old. Well below the age of consent! “Shall I wait in the bathroom until you’ve finished your call?” she whispered.

“No,” he said, answering them both at once. The photo Hugo was referring to had been a snapshot taken at a distance and had revealed only sketchy details. Addressing his stepfather again, he added, “I’d say ‘different.’”

“Better?”

“Different,” he said firmly. “Look, Hugo, I’ll call you in the morning, once I’ve checked the road report. Sleep well and don’t worry about us. One way or another, we’ll make it home tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you say it was Hugo on the line?” she started in, the minute he hung up. “I’d have liked to speak to him.”

“He knew I was calling from a motel room.”

“So?”

“I didn’t think you’d want him to know you were sharing it with me.”

“Why not if, as you claim, it’s an unavoidable and perfectly innocent arrangement?”

“Because I’m not so sure it is innocent. If it were, you wouldn’t be parading around half-naked.”

Her pupils flared and she heaved a breath that set her breasts to bouncing gently beneath her nightshirt. “You’ve got some nerve! What about you flaunting nothing but a towel?”

He jerked aside the sheet and rather enjoyed the way she reared back in alarm. “You’ll notice I’ve exchanged it for a perfectly decent pair of swimming trunks.”

Which fit snugly enough to discourage untoward activity in his nether regions!

“I wondered what you had hidden in that sports bag,” she said, recovering quickly.

“Now you know.”

“And are swimming trunks all you’re planning to wear to bed?”

“Afraid so. I forgot to bring a top hat.”

“Very funny, I’m sure!”

He shrugged. “I aim to please.”

She gave a huffing little sniff, which told him exactly what she thought of his pathetic sense of humor. “Move over to your own side. You’re on my half of the bed.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t sully your body by laying it on this mattress?”

“Upon consideration, I’ve decided the bed’s safer than the floor.”

She wouldn’t want to bet money on it, if she knew the direction his thoughts kept taking!

She turned back the top sheet, using only the tips of her fingers as if she expected something to leap out and bite her. “This isn’t exactly the kind of place I expected to be spending the night.”

“Relax,” he said. “I already chased away the bed bugs.”

Her eyes, large and luminous to begin with, widened to saucer size. “Is that another of your feeble jokes?”

“Hell, no! They were marching heel to toe over the pillow, big as fighter jets, some of them—but they didn’t hold a candle to the cockroaches tap dancing on the floor.”

She yelped and leaped onto the mattress. It creaked ominously, formed an even more pronounced sag in the middle and sent her rolling toward him. One minute, he was lying there keeping his distance, and the next, she was pressed up against him with nothing but her abbreviated nightshirt coming between them.

She smelled even better, up close. As for the way she felt…! Silky, smooth as cream, soft. The way nature intended a woman to feel, with just enough meat on her bones to turn her angles into sweet, alluring curves.

Intending to shove her back where she belonged, he closed his hands over her shoulders and managed to choke out, “You’re trespassing.”

But that’s as far as he got because he made the mistake of looking at her face. Her features were delicate as porcelain, her brows finely shaped, her lashes so long and thick they looked artificial. And her eyes…

He fought to breathe normally and tried to look away. A man could lose his soul staring into those eyes.

“If you don’t like it—” she began, sounding as if she, too, had just run a marathon.

“I don’t!”

“Then let me go.”

Easier said than done! He didn’t trust her and he didn’t like her, but underneath his lawyerly facade he was still only a man and there were some things beyond his control. Such as his hands, one of which slid from her shoulder to her jaw and from there to her hair, while the other stroked over her bare arm. And his mouth, which suddenly itched to taste hers. And not to be outperformed, an uprising from that singular component of the male anatomy which most definitely sported a mind of its own.

Show a little decency and move away, for crying out loud! his mind commanded.

But beneath the drooping veil of her lashes, her eyes had turned dreamy. Her lips had fallen softly apart. The hard points of her nipples pressed against his chest. Her thighs nested warmly against his.

We’re all family, Sebastian…I want you to get along….

But not quite this well!

She was the one to break the spell, if that’s what it could be called. “I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” she said faintly.

“So you did.”

“Perhaps now, you’ll believe me.”

Masking his reluctance, he let go of her and rolled onto his back. “I never disputed the fact. But neither did I expect you’d fling yourself at me the way you just did.”

“That was a regrettable accident.”

“The way I see it,” he said, glaring at her, “the entire business of your being here at all is regrettable.”

He thought himself well-armed against her, that nothing she might say or do would breach his defenses, but the sudden hurt in her eyes stirred him to dangerous compassion. Damn her for invading his part of the world! Why couldn’t she have stayed where she belonged?

Gritting his teeth, he snapped off the lamp, folded his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He’d hoped for utter darkness, something to erase his awareness of the shape of her lying beside him, but a floodlight on top of a pole in the parking area shone directly at the window, spearing the thin fabric of the curtains and filling the room with a dim glow.