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Beneath the table, he put a hand on her leg, and slowly, lifted the flimsy material of her skirt, so that he was touching her bare thigh. Her mind was screaming objections but her body was shaking in response. All thought of the photographer immediately flew from her mind. It was only Dante, and her, and a darkened corner of the bar. Between her legs, she felt a slick moistness that demanded satisfaction. “Bodes well how?” She asked unsteadily, as his hand went higher still, to the lace of her underwear.
“I suspect our tastes might be similar in other areas also.”
She wanted to tell him to stop. Or rather, she knew that she should. But if he stopped, she knew she would cry out in desperation. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man. And an even longer time since she’d met someone who could make her insides quiver with just one touch.
“It is difficult to know for certain,” she said quietly, trying to rationalise the fact that she’d come there tonight to screw him over, not screw him.
“Yes. Further testing is required.” He smiled as he lowered his head, and took possession of her soft neck. She flinched as he kissed the skin, flicking her pulse point with his tongue, while his hand moved closer to her most feminine heart.
He watched her with hooded eyes as he slid a finger slowly inside her core. The way her eyes flew open and her whole body jerked in immediate response was gratifying. He knew she would be a satisfying lover. Perhaps one satisfying enough to drive his troubles from his mind. At least for one night.
He rubbed his finger against her slick centre, and then removed his hand, and body, from her. “This table is not private enough for what I have planned. My room is upstairs.”
She stood without speaking, on legs that could barely hold her weight. If she was going to end this before it got too out of hand, now was her chance.
So why did she once again fall into step behind him, and follow him to the bank of elevators at the centre of the hotel? He didn’t attempt to touch nor speak to her. He kept her at a distance as befitted people who barely knew each other.
The doors pinged open, straight into the penthouse suite. She was not surprised, though the obvious signs of such extreme wealth were always a little difficult to comprehend. The chandelier, for example, probably cost more than a year’s turnover at The Darling Buds of May café. The floor was polished marble, and beyond the balcony was a view of the glittering Eiffel tower.
“You are very beautiful.” It was a statement that sounded thick with despair, rather than the compliment she could have taken it to be.
Beautiful enough to justify infidelity, she wondered with the small kernel of her brain that was still operational. Of course, nothing could justify it.
But his wife was already divorcing him. His infidelity not a matter of issue, so much as the amount of payout Veronika was to receive. Maggie neatly put the question of her assignment in the box. She had done enough to be paid her commission. What she was doing now was meeting her own needs with a man who saw sex as little more than breathing.
His wife had left him.
He did not belong to her any longer.
And Maggie wasn’t looking at him as a relationship prospect.
Guilt perfectly dispensed with, she decided she’d feel more confident if she assumed a position of control.
She hooked a finger beneath the flimsy strap of her dress and eased it down her arm. It fell as a black ink spill at her feet. He watched its progress with an unreadable expression.
She stepped out of her high heels, and then, wearing only her thong, crossed to him. “Do you do this kind of thing often?” She couldn’t resist asking.
“Not as often as you, I suspect,” he drawled, dragging an insolent finger along her side and bringing it to flick one of her nipples.
Her eyes widened in surprise as sensations flew through her.
“On the contrary, this is a first for me.”
His smile held cynical disbelief. “Unlikely.”
Maggie shrugged. Whether he believed her or not was of little importance. She fixed him with the full
force of her bright blue eyes and smiled. “So? What shall we do?”
The possibilities were endless. There were so many things he wanted to do with this woman. This warm, sensual woman who was offering him what his soon to be ex-wife had denied him so long. The visage of a hot-blooded woman who didn’t deny her sexuality was too strongly alluring to resist. He thought of Veronika and shivered. Horrible, sexless, cold, deceptive Veronika.
“The bedroom is through there. Go and wait for me on the bed.”
She didn’t speak. This was practically a business arrangement, for all they were bothering to pretend an interest in one another. Sex for sex. Satisfaction in exchange for satisfaction.
When Dante entered the room a minute later, he was naked, and holding something in his hand.
As Maggie watched curiously, Dante lifted the lid and placed a spoon inside the container. He walked steadfastly towards her, lifting the spoon as he went. He placed the tub beside the bed, and the spoon he tipped upside down on her chest.
