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Not that she cared.
Her temper was at boiling point again, and there was nobody to blame but herself.
She despised Draco Valenti, yet she’d gone to bed with him. She was a modern woman, yes. But she was a discriminating woman. She did not go to bed with men she despised.
Now she was compounding that error by, heaven help her, obeying his regal commands.
What was she doing, sitting in his car like an obedient slave? Why was she letting him take her somewhere without knowing where that somewhere was? Why had she not worn what he’d scoffingly referred to as her lady lawyer outfit? That’s what she was. A lawyer, never mind the sexist and demeaning “lady” sobriquet.
And not to dwell on it or anything …
Why had she ever gone to bed with him?
Because you wanted to, a scathing voice inside her purred. Because he’s gorgeous and sexy, funny and smart. He’s arrogant, too, and you love his unmitigated arrogance. You love it when he has the balls to stand up to you, love it even more when he takes you in his arms and changes everything you thought you knew about being with a man ….
“… change everything you thought you knew about it,” Draco said.
Anna swung toward him, horrified. “I didn’t
mean to say …”
His eyebrows rose. Okay! She hadn’t said anything. She was not so far out of touch with reality that she was speaking her thoughts out loud.
“Never mind,” she said quickly. “I, uh, I was just—just thinking about something ….”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
Thinking about what? he wondered.
Her eyes had gone blurry; her cheeks had taken on a rosy glow. It reminded him of how she looked in the heat of passion, when he’d held her in his arms, her body warm and yielding as he moved inside her, her moans of ecstasy his, all his …
Damnit, he thought in righteous indignation, what was wrong with him?
“Forget thinking,” he snapped, “and try paying attention. And I know it’s difficult, but try having an open mind, okay?”
“About what?”
“About my land in Sicily.”
“It’s Orsini land.”
Draco snorted. How had he forgotten, even for a second, that this was Anna Orsini, her father’s consigliere? Anything else was just an illusion.
They rode in silence for a few minutes. Then Anna turned toward him, frowning.
“This isn’t the way to your office.”
“No,” he said calmly. “It isn’t.”
“Then where are we going?”
“To a place where we can settle this idiocy.”
“If you think I’m going to let you take me somewhere to try and seduce me—”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you have an overblown opinion of yourself as a sexual trophy?”
“You,” Anna said through her teeth, “are a horrible human being!”
