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The wind chimes over the door rang, and Jemma glanced up as a customer walked in. She banished her memories to the back of her mind and smiled. 'Can I help you?'
Luke glanced down at the elegant blonde who had attached herself to his arm the moment the maid had shown him and Theo into the drawing room of the large Georgian mansion in Connaught Square that was the Sutherland home. 'Happy birthday, Jan.' He had given her a present last night: nothing too personal—a Prada handbag. 'And my grandfather I think you know—'
She didn't let him finish. 'Oh, yes, I know. How terrible…' She flashed a smile in Theo's direction. 'I was so sorry to hear you'd hurt your ankle. But I can't deny I was delighted Luke came to dinner in your place.' Then, turning her eyes up to Luke, she gushed, 'It was fate we met again. Isn't that right, darling?' And she tilted her head back for his kiss.
'Probably,' Luke murmured, smiling down at his companion. Jan was a sophisticated lady who knew the score; he had met her type a thousand times and it was no hardship to dip his head and brush his lips briefly against her scarlet mouth. Though it did surprise him that Theo found her attractive; he wouldn't have thought a six-foot-tall, rake-thin model would be his grandfather's type at all.
The noise hit Jemma first as she descended the staircase. She cast a professional eye over the flower display on the hall table and, satisfied, reluctantly turned towards the source of the noise. She had very rarely attended large parties since Alan's death, but this was one she could not avoid.
Straightening her shoulders, she walked into the crowded drawing room and glanced around, her gaze alighting on the birthday girl. Jan was gazing up at a man who had his back to Jemma. Her perfectly made-up face was lifted to his, anticipating a kiss, and he duly obliged. Well over six foot tall, with broad shoulders and black hair, he looked impressive even from the back—and he was a perfect foil for Jan's model height and sleek blonde hair.
They made a striking couple, Jemma thought idly, and let her gaze drift away—only to suddenly focus on an old man standing on his own and watching the embracing couple. He was leaning heavily on a silver-topped cane and had an expression of total bewilderment on his weathered face—a face she instantly recognised. He looked as out of place as Jemma felt, and swiftly she moved towards him.
'Mr Devetzi.' She smiled at her saviour from the board meeting. 'It's lovely to see you again.' She offered her hand and he gratefully grasped it.
'It is my privilege,' he replied, and with old-world courtesy raised her hand and kissed it. 'Please call me Theo.'
'Theo it is, you old charmer.' Jemma laughed.
Luke felt Theo tug frantically on the sleeve of his jacket at exactly the same moment as he recognised the soft feminine voice. He turned slowly and saw the woman holding his grandfather's hand and smiling into his eyes, flirting with him… He tensed, every muscle in his body locking in shock and outrage. He knew her in the most intimate way possible; she had haunted his dreams for the past year, and he despised her for her lack of morals even as his body still ached for her. But, before he could formulate a suitably cutting greeting, Jan's grip on his other arm tightened and she spoke to the woman.
'Jemma, darling, meet Luke—the wonderful man I was telling you about.'
Luke heard Jan's voice, but only registered the name. Jemma. So what had happened to Mimie? he thought cynically. Obviously it was a pseudonym she used when cheating on her husband! But, however unfaithful she was, it didn't alter the fact that she looked even more incredible than he remembered.
The first and only time he had seen her until this party had been a year ago, when he and a group of his friends had taken a cruise around the Greek islands in his yacht for a couple of weeks—something he did every summer. It had been the birthday of one of the female guests, and they had partied on board and then gone ashore to the island of Zante to eat.
It had been when he'd slipped out of the restaurant full of tourists to stroll along the harbour and clear his head a little from the smoke and noise that he had noticed her. She had been sitting at a table outside a local harbour bar, sipping a glass of red wine, and she'd looked as if she had just stepped out of a Rossetti painting. She'd worn no make-up, yet she'd been stunningly beautiful. Her face was fine-boned, with high cheekbones and a short, straight nose over a perfectly formed mouth; her lips were full and a natural pink. Her hair was tucked behind her delicate ears to fall long and straight down her back, and was a rich chestnut gilded wit
h reds and golds that reminded him of the changing leaves in autumn.
As he had watched a couple of locals had walked from the bar and bumped into her table, sending her glass and a half-empty carafe of red wine all over her. She had leapt to her feet, and Luke had leapt to her rescue.
She had willingly accepted his offer to accompany him to his yacht to clean the stains from the brief white top and shorts she'd worn. The sex that had followed was the best he had ever had, and a certain part of his anatomy rose instantly along with his anger as he recalled what had happened afterwards. Avoiding his gaze, she had jumped off the bed and said she needed the bathroom. Picking up her clothes and purse, she had dashed into the shower room.
When she had returned from the bathroom, fully dressed, she'd been pushing a ring onto her wedding finger. Luke had rolled off the bed, reluctant to accept the evidence of his own eyes. 'You're engaged,' he'd said.
And had been met with, 'No, married. And this was a huge mistake.'
Luke had dated dozens of women, and slept with quite a few, but he never, ever got involved with married women. Furious with himself as much as her, he had said scathingly, 'Not on my part, honey. You were hot, but you'd better trot along now. My guests will be back any minute, and I'd rather they didn't see you—especially one woman in particular.'
She had looked at him, her eyes widening in horror as she'd realised what he had implied. Then she'd spun on her heel and left without a word, leaving him standing there naked, furious and disgusted with them both. He hadn't had a one-night stand since he was a teenager, and had made it a rule to date a woman at least three times before going any further. But that night he had broken his own rule—and with a married woman too…
Looking at her now, she appeared so composed, so elegant, it was hard to believe she was the passionate woman who had shared his bed. Her long hair was swept up in an intricate twist on top of her head, revealing the perfection of her features and the swan-like curve of her neck. It was enhanced by the platinum chain she wore, from which a finely tooled locket with a diamond set in the centre was suspended.
She was wearing a simple but superbly designed black dress, with minimal sleeves and a low square neckline that revealed the creamy curve of her high, firm breasts. The fabric was fine and faithfully followed the line of her shapely body and the gentle swell of her hips to end an inch or so above her knees. As for her legs, they were fabulous—their length accentuated by the high-heeled sandals that revealed pink toenails. She was utter perfection from head to toe, and a vivid mental image of her naked body beneath him, her long legs locked around his waist, made Luke catch his breath. For the first time in his life he was jealous of his grandfather. He wanted to be the focus of her laughs, her gorgeous smile…
No, he didn't—she was married. Luke reminded himself forcibly.
Jemma had heard the name Luke but thought nothing of it. She smiled at Jan and glanced politely at the man at her side. Then her eyes widened in horror, the blood drained from her face, and swiftly she lowered her gaze, her heart pounding in her breast. Jan's Luke stood head and shoulders above the crowd, immaculately dressed in a black dinner suit, and with his dark good looks he exuded an aura of arrogant assurance coupled with virile masculinity that was almost impossible to ignore. But ignore him she did.
Jemma couldn't believe it—the one mistake in her whole life was standing a foot away from her! She hadn't even known his full name, and yet she had slept with him. No, there had been no sleep involved at all. They'd had sex, illicit sex, nothing more. She'd hated herself and despised him even more, as he'd obviously been unfaithful to the girlfriend staying with him on his yacht at the time.
Her stomach churning, and with a terrific effort of will, Jemma murmured, 'How nice to meet you.' With barely a glance at Luke, she turned back to concentrate her attention on Theo.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a completely new experience for Luke Devetzi, and not one he appreciated. Amber eyes had flicked coolly in his direction and then returned to Theo, and he didn't like it at all… While not thrilled to acknowledge the lovely Jemma with Jan hanging on his arm, he was not prepared to let the promiscuous little vixen get away with ignoring him.
