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p; Or, given his murky recent past, was he just being dog in the manger?
She wished she hadn’t made her dramatic gesture with the towel. Now she had nothing to hide behind. Except words. She stood straight and proud.
‘I’m sure he won’t. After all, he’s already warned me against trusting you—’
He glowered. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
She couldn’t back down now. The festering wound would never heal if she ignored it. ‘He told me about you and Karen. He said you were more than just acquaintances—’
‘And you believed him?’ His thick fury almost convinced her, but she had seen the tell-tale shutters go up at the mention of her sister’s name. ‘He lives in Australia, for God’s sake. What the hell would he know?’
‘He said Ashley had photos of you and Karen at a dinner—’
‘A dinner?’ he interrupted scathingly. ‘Is that all? No porno pics of us actually getting down and dirty, then?’ he lashed out, his words dripping with acid. ‘For God’s sake, how could you give credence to anything that cretin says? You said yourself he’s a sleazebag! The only way he can make himself look good is to make someone else look bad!’
She knew he was right, but she also knew that lies were often based in truth, and trust was a two-way street.
‘There’s no smoke without fire.’
The trite phrase seemed to be the last straw. ‘Well, if you’d rather believe him than me, go ahead!’ he exploded. ‘Unlike you I don’t choose to run my life guided by the opinions of muckraking slime!’
He stormed out the door, leaving Veronica’s head ringing as if she had been hit by a stun-grenade. He had never actually addressed the allegation at all, she thought numbly. Instead, all his anger had been directed at the fact that she had taken Ross’s word as gospel.
But she hadn’t…not really. Her own self-doubt had made the idea seem all too credible, but, still, she had harboured the secret expectation that Luc would flatly deny the accusation as a slanderous lie. If he had, she would have believed him in a heartbeat.
That he hadn’t was a sickening blow to her unacknowledged feelings, leaving her fiercely grateful that she had fought the powerful attraction that had tempted her to abandon her pride and her principles to a transient affair.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FORCING herself into motion, Veronica walked into the bedroom, her mind a blessed blank as she undid the ties at the nape of her neck and peeled the clinging-wet bathing-top over her head, dropping it carelessly on the tiled floor beside the bed on the far side of the room. She frowned as she looked around, blinking an annoying blur from her eyes.
‘Looking for this?’
Veronica spun around, rubbing fiercely at her wet lashes.
Luc came into focus as he stepped into the room, holding up her towel. ‘Sorry, I forgot I was carrying it when I flounced off.’ He smiled crookedly. ‘I thought you might need it.’
With a gasp Veronica snatched up the nearest thing from the bed to cover her swaying breasts. Unfortunately it turned out to be a small, decorative cushion barely equal to the task. She hugged it to her chest with both arms.
His eyes didn’t waver from her pale face and suspiciously bright eyes, his smile fading. ‘I’m a little touchy on the subject of personal loyalty right now,’ he said more sombrely. ‘I’m afraid I was making you pay for someone else’s sins. In the circumstances you had every right to ask what you did—and expect a straight answer, even if it’s not a very edifying one. Sometimes a kiss is nothing more or less than a kiss.’
‘W-what?’
‘I’m talking about Karen,’ he said abruptly. ‘That public dinner just after they first came to London was the only time I ever kissed her, although, strictly speaking, Karen was the one doing the kissing. She’d had a few drinks too many and started throwing herself at me. Melanie was embarrassed, so I acted amused, and played along, trying to keep the flirtation light to avoid creating an awkward scene at the table, but Karen took it for encouragement. She developed a bit of a crush on me for a few weeks afterwards—kept ringing me, turning up at my office or on my doorstep, that kind of thing. She made a nuisance of herself until I asked Melanie to have a quiet word with her. I haven’t seen her since.’
‘Oh…’ The stinging at the back of Veronica’s eyes eased, but now her throat was too thickly clogged to speak. It sounded just like one of Karen’s fleeting infatuations. In addition to her regular string of boyfriends, she had a habit of embarking on short-lived fixations with men who were either glamorously unattainable or potentially useful. Luc had probably qualified on both accounts.
‘She’s a very pretty girl but not my type at all,’ Luc continued, prowling slowly around the end of the other bed. ‘She seemed to think I would find her gorgeous self impossible to refuse but—unbelievable as it might be to both her and you—I was never even tempted to take her up on her invitation…’
Now he was closer, she realised he wasn’t quite as subdued as he appeared. Even in wet cut-offs and a damp, unbuttoned shirt he exuded an air of panache, but beneath his civilised expression lurked a potent hint of untamed wildness. ‘I don’t find it unbelievable, Luc,’ she admitted, ‘I know what Karen can be like, you don’t have to—’
‘I find that my being rich is like an aphrodisiac to some women,’ he confided softly, coming to a stop in front of her, making the wide space between the beds suddenly feel much more confining. ‘They think that because I can have anything I want, I automatically want to have everything. It doesn’t occur to them that wealth enables me to be more—not less—discriminating. Or that I might not appreciate being objectified as some kind of sexual luxury-item for status-hunting females. That’s why I steer clear of the usual fashionable haunts for the polished horde.’
He looked at her through a thick veil of lashes. ‘You know, just because I slept with you in Paris doesn’t mean I’m a promiscuous satyr…’
The breath whooshed out of her lungs and she could feel herself blushing from her head to her heels at the sly paraphrase of her own words. ‘I’m sorry—’ She bit down hard on her tongue. He had her so tangled up that she was now apologising to him!
