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But he had to be certain, so he closed the distance, his lips brushing over her skin. And she made that sound again, deeper and husky. A sound of pleasure.
The knowledge hit him like a bullet, and he couldn’t move, staring at the woman lying on the bed.
It was her. The woman he’d spent the night with three months ago.
It was his Freddie.
Then hard on its heels, came another bullet, hitting him equally hard.
His gaze slid down to the soft curve of her stomach.
He must have been something,he’d said to her.
He was...she’d replied.In fact, he was the best night of my life.
If she had been the woman in his bed that night, then the child she carried was his.
Augustine stared at her for one long minute and then it hit him, a surge of desire so intense he couldn’t breathe.
The room careened around him, adrenaline pouring through his bloodstream, making him feel dizzy. Increasing the sudden and intense pressure in his head.
He wanted to turn her over onto her back, bury his face in her neck and the hard length of his sex between her thighs. He wanted to taste her, make her scream. Find again the erotic connection they’d forged that night in his room.
But he couldn’t.
Because this was Freddie.
Freddie who was now pregnant with his child.
And who hadn’t told him. Not one word.
Abruptly, Augustine got to his feet and got himself out of there before he lost his goddamn mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
WINIFREDWOKEFROMthe loveliest dream. She’d been with him again, his breath against her neck, his warmth so close. He’d been about to kiss her, she just knew it. About to put his arms around her and draw her to him, and she wanted it more than she wanted her next breath.
Except then her eyes had opened and she’d realised she actually wasn’t in bed with him, but in the bedroom of the jet and that she was alone.
Her heart was still beating fast, electric shivers crackling over her skin.
Augustine.
She let out a shaken breath and closed her eyes, trying to pull herself together. Having one ofthosedreams about him while in his bedroom on the jet was a stupid thing to do. Especially given the grilling he’d put her through just before. She had to be better than that. She had to not let him get under her skin so easily.
Slowly, she eased herself off the bed and went into the tiny bathroom to freshen up. She smoothed the wrinkles from her clothes, put her hair back into its bun, put on her shoes, opened the door and stepped out into the lounge area.
Augustine was sitting on one of the couches, talking on his phone. He didn’t look at her as she came out, obviously engrossed in his conversation, so she headed past him and into her usual work area.
She’d slept for longer than she’d thought and there was only an hour until they landed in Isavere, so she busied herself with work.
Augustine didn’t bother her and he was still on the phone every time she time she tried to approach him to discuss something, waving her away with a peremptory gesture.
It was annoying. There were a couple of things she needed to speak to him about, not the least being what maternity leave she’d be given. Then again, she’d have a chance later, after they landed. Usually after a trip there would be a whole lot of communication she’d have to go through with him, so she could ask him then.
The plane came in to land on the royal airstrip, and Winifred sat in her seat, staring out the window, because she loved the approach to the palace. The palace and the airstrip were set high in the mountains, and it was a narrow flight path, making it seem as if the sharp white-capped peaks of the mountains were just inches from the plane’s wings. Isavere was so different from the LA desert she’d grown up in and she loved living here. Another reason, as if she needed another, why she had to keep this job. She couldn’t bear the thought of leaving this country she’d come to love.
Ten minutes later, the plane landed and Winifred gathered up her things. Augustine strode past her to the doorway and went out without a second glance, leaving her to stumble along in his wake.
