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But for the moment he would content himself with watching her eat. Despite the lack of inhibition in their lovemaking that afternoon, he didn’t think she was ready to play erotic games with food.
She had turned away slightly, as if she was uncomfortable under his scrutiny, and abruptly stopped eating, her hand poised halfway to her mouth.
‘What is it?’ he asked, unsettled by the appalled look on her face.
She turned to him, wide-eyed, all the colour abruptly drained from her face.
‘We’re in a glass-walled building,’ she said hoarsely. ‘This afternoon…oh, God…anyone could have seen.’
‘No one saw anything,’ Lorenzo reassured her. ‘It’s all privacy glass; you can’t see in from outside. Even now,’ he added, ‘even now at night time with the lights on inside. We can swim naked and no one will see.’
‘Really?’ she asked. ‘You’re not just saying that?’
‘Come outside with me, and see for yourself,’ he suggested. ‘But finish your meal first. You need to keep up your strength.’
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘DO YOU want me to take you outside to try and look through the windows?’ Lorenzo asked, some time later. ‘Just to prove how private it is in here?’
‘No, that’s all right. I believe you.’ Chloe looked at him, feeling a flush of warmth on her cheeks.
‘You don’t sound entirely convinced,’ Lorenzo said. ‘Are you worried you might not like what you find?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘I like it in here, that’s all. I’m comfortable where I am.’
She was telling the truth, but in her heart she knew there was more to it than that. They’d just spent a surprisingly relaxed hour or so together, eating the delicious food Mrs Guest had provided and chatting about inconsequential topics. It had felt safe and thoroughly normal—things that had been completely lacking in her life recently. She was half-afraid if she left the pool house the spell would be broken.
‘In that case, how about taking a swim?’ Lorenzo asked. ‘No need to worry that you haven’t got your costume.’
‘I like it in my robe,’ she said, ignoring the fluttering that started inside her at the thought of swimming naked in front of Lorenzo. ‘I told you I was nice and comfy.’
She looked at him, letting her gaze run over his powerful body, and couldn’t help smiling. He had put back on the same shirt and trousers that he’d been wearing when he found her beside the pond, but they were uncommonly crumpled for a man who usually seemed to look perfect without any effort.
‘What are you smiling at?’ he asked. ‘I saw you giving me the once-over. Did you find something amusing?’
‘You look a mess.’ She laughed—then covered her mouth abruptly with her hand. It felt good to laugh, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had done it.
‘Hey!’ Lorenzo surged off his seat and bore down on her with an indignant expression on his face, which rapidly turned blatantly sexual as he leant over her. ‘At least I’m wearing my own clothes—perhaps I shouldn’t have let you have that robe. I think I want it back.’
Chloe drew in a shaky breath and stared up at him with her stomach doing somersaults of anticipation. He reached for the edges of the robe, and started to pull it open. In a moment he would reveal her bare, defenceless body.
Suddenly a rush of bold, wanton confidence flooded through her.
‘You can have it back,’ she said, ducking beneath his arms and jumping to her feet. ‘I’m going for a swim after all.’
She walked quickly to the edge of the pool, glanced over her shoulder at his startled face and smiled mischievously. Then she tossed the robe away from her.
Lorenzo stared at her, his eyes gleaming with desire as his gaze ran up and down her naked back. But then his eyes narrowed with intent and he started moving towards her.
She laughed, enjoying the freedom of the sound as it echoed off the glass walls, and dived into the clear blue pool.
The water was deliciously cool against her naked body and she glided under the surface feeling as free as a dolphin. She came up for air halfway along the pool, then continued to swim as quickly as she could to the far end. There she rolled over onto her back, pushed off the wall and kicked languorously towards her starting point, where Lorenzo was standing.
She slowed right down, trying to catch her breath, and stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly she realised that she was looking at herself reflected in the glass, so clearly that she cou
ld have been looking into an enormous overhead mirror.
It was a strange feeling gazing up at herself, her arms and legs moving slowly, her body undulating gently in the water. She could see her breasts breaking through the surface—her nipples dark, rose-coloured buds against milky-white skin.
