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'And what about you? ' she whispered, suddenly aware of how selfish she must seem—as if her own pleasure was the only thing which counted. This might not be a love affair made in heaven, but Cesare must be going out of his mind with frustration. 'Don't you...? Don't you...want...?'
'Sorcha—do not look so fraught. Let us acknowledge what we have—the chemistry between us is incredibile' he murmured. 'Of course I want you—but I do not want our first time to be marred by a lack of time. By wondering if the phone will ring or one of the secretaries will knock on the door. Yes?' He lifted her onto the ground, enjoying the scarlet flush to her cheeks. He lifted her chin with his finger. 'Yes?' he said again.
His words only reinforced how stupidly she had behaved—without even a thought of what this could do to her career. This was the career she had sacrificed so much for, was it? She could afford to throw it away—along with her self-respect—just because sexy Cesare di Arcangelo had touched her?
She pushed his arm away. 'This is crazy,' she whispered.
'Crazy? ' He gave a slow smile. That is not the definition I would have used, mia bella. It was stupore — amazing. And it is going to be amazing again. In fact, it's going to happen in my hotel room tonight. You know it is.'
He silenced her protest with a finger placed over the soft cushion of her lips, and she could smell her own raw scent on him and her eyes closed helplessly.
And when he took the finger away, she did not argue with him.
CHAPTER SIX
Sorcha's mobile began to ring, and her green eyes narrowed as she looked at the unknown number. Cesare. She would bet money on it.
Cesare.
After he had gone off to meet Rupert, she had been completely distracted by what had taken place in the boardroom. Had that been his intention? To show off his sexual wizardry and rub in exactly what she'd been missing out on? Hoping perhaps to reduce her to a shivering jelly—as she lived out that erotic encounter, moment by moment? Was he also hoping that she would be unable to work properly so he could tell her that she was no longer required by the company? Perhaps his bizarre idea about having her front the Whittakers advertising campaign was nothing more than a double bluff?
No. Cesare might be underhand and devious—but she doubted whether even he would stoop so low as that.
But she had to claw back some of her self-control—to show him that she wasn't just some malleable female he could twist and pull like one of those rubber cartoon characters she'd used to play with as a child. She pulled the sheet of figures she'd been working on towards her, so that at least she was properly armed with a few facts in case he tried to interrogate her about how she'd spent her day.
She cleared her throat and clicked the button. 'Sorcha Whittaker.'
'Hello, Sorcha Whittaker,' purred the rich Italian accent down the tinny line of the mobile.
"What are you doing?'
Had he guessed she'd been thinking about him—or was this just par for the course with a man like Cesare? She swallowed, closing her eyes, trying to rid her mind of the image of his dark, mocking face—the feel of his mouth against hers and his hands brushing against her skin.
How had this happened when it had never happened to her before? That a man could start making love to you and suddenly you couldn't stop thinking about him.
In the intervening hours he had obsessed her. It was as if he pervaded her every thought and action—as if nothing she could look at in her immediate surroundings would not remind her of Cesare.
'I've been working’ she said.
'How very disappointing. I thought you'd be thinking about what I was doing to you a few hours ago’ he said softly. 'I know that I have.'
'Cesare—don't.'
He leaned against the wall of the Whittakers factory, alone now that the last of the staff had just trooped off home for the day. 'But it should be interesting to see what you’ve come up with. I’ll pick you up at seven. We are having dinner tonight, remember? '
He had said nothing about dinner—he had merely intimated sex in his apartment. Sorcha shivered. With distance between them it suddenly seemed easier to say no.
'I don't know if it's such a good idea’ she said quietly.
There was a pause. 'You haven't changed, have you, Sorcha? You still like to tease men until they're going out of their mind. Promising, and then failing to deliver.'
The accusation hit her like a poison dart—but didn't some of what he'd said ring true? She could not take what she wanted from him like a greedy child and then back away, scared that she was going to get hurt. But if she didn't want to get hurt then she was going to have to protect herself—and that meant ruthlessly eradicating the side of her that wanted to beg him to be sweet to her, to pretend that he really cared for her. Because if there was no pretence, then she wouldn't start building up any foolish hopes, only to have them shattered by the harsh hammer of reality.
'Actually, I wasn't attempting to tease you at all’ she said coolly. 'I was speaking the truth, if you must know—I really don't think it's such a good idea. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to come.'
His relief that she wasn't backing off was only heightened by her cool response, and Cesare closed his eyes and bit back a sensual retort, recognising that he was skating on very thin ice—and that she was unpredictable. But if she thought that adopting an air of faint resignation meant that he might relent and call the whole thing off then she had underestimated him very badly indeed. She owed him—in more ways than one.
'I will pick you up at seven,' he said. 'Make it seven-thirty.'
