The Most Scandalous Ravensdale. Melanie Milburne
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warmth glowing in her cheeks.
‘What are you doing for dinner this evening?’
Kat put her hands on her hips, anchoring her resolve in case it took it upon itself to quit its shift. ‘I suppose this is a rarity for you? A woman actually having the willpower to say no to you?’
The glint in his eye made something in her stomach swoop. ‘Nothing I like more than a challenge. The harder, the better.’
Joe came up carrying a tray of coffees. ‘Kathy, are you working the floor or flirting with the customers?’
‘Sorry, Mr Peruzzi,’ Kat said. ‘This customer has a...a complicated order.’
‘Tables seven and ten are waiting for their bills,’ Joe said. ‘And tables two and eight need clearing and resetting. I’m running a café, not a freaking dating agency.’
Kat smiled sweetly even though her back teeth were glued together. ‘There isn’t a man inside this café I would be even remotely tempted to date.’
Joe hustled past and Flynn said, ‘Would you be remotely tempted to serve them some coffee?’
She held his mocking look with steely intent. ‘You won’t win this, Mr Carlyon. I don’t care how many jobs you make me lose. I will not be told what to do.’
He leaned back in his chair as if he had all the time in this world and the next. ‘By the way, you were great in that toilet-paper ad,’ he said. ‘Very convincing.’
Kat could feel her back molars grinding down to her mandible. At this rate, her dental hygienist would be charging a search fee. The only thing more humiliating than doing a job like that toilet-paper gig was having your worst enemy see it. ‘So, just the coffee, or would you like a full breakfast to clog your arteries?’
He gave a low, deep chuckle that made the backs of her knees shiver. ‘I’ll have some cake.’
Kat frowned. It was seven thirty in the morning. Who ate cake at that hour? ‘Cake?’
‘Yep.’ He winked at her. ‘And I’m going to eat it too.’
* * *
‘What was that all about?’ Meg asked when Kat came back to the servery. ‘You’re so red I could cook table four’s buckwheat pancakes on your cheeks.’
‘I swear to God I’m going to explode if I have to go anywhere near that man,’ Kat said. ‘I seriously do not get what women see in him. So what if he’s good looking? He’s an arrogant jerk.’
‘I think he’s gorgeous.’ Meg’s expression had that whole star-struck thing going on. ‘He has such dark-brown eyes you can’t tell where his pupils begin and end.’
Kat got out a large slice of devil’s food cake and liberally coated it with cream. ‘There,’ she said. ‘That should fix him. If that doesn’t give him a heart attack, nothing will.’
‘I don’t think there’s anything wrong with his heart,’ Meg said. ‘He looks like he seriously works out. And he’s so tall. Did you see him stoop as he came in?’
‘I suppose he has to be that tall to allow room for all that ego,’ Kat muttered, picked up the coffee and made her way back to his table.
‘Here you go.’ She placed the plate, the coffee and the glass of water in front of him.
Flynn cocked an eyebrow. ‘Aren’t you going to give me a cake fork?’
Kat rounded her eyes in mock surprise. ‘Oh, you actually know how to eat with cutlery, do you? I would never have guessed.’
His lopsided smile did that swoop and dive thing to her belly. ‘You should be onstage.’
‘Yeah, well, that’s the plan.’
‘So how’s that going for you?’
Kat wasn’t going to tell him anything about her audition in a few days’ time in the West End. The AR Gurney play Sylvia couldn’t have come along at a more opportune time. It was one of her favourite plays and she knew deep in her bones she was right for the part of the dog Sylvia. Audiences worldwide loved the notion of a human playing a dog. If she landed the role and did it well, it could launch her career. She wanted the part on her own merit, not because of whose DNA she shared. She didn’t trust Flynn not to leak something to Richard Ravensdale, who might then open doors she wanted to open with her own talent.
‘I’ll go and get that fork for you.’ She gave Flynn a tight smile. ‘Or would you like a shovel?’
His eyes held hers with implacable intent. Hinting at an iron will that was energised, excited, exhilarated by the mere whiff of a challenge. ‘I’d like to see you tonight.’
‘Not going to happen,’ Kat said. ‘I have an appointment with a cat and a fur ball.’
That glint was back in his eyes. ‘I didn’t know you had a cat.’
‘I don’t,’ she said. ‘I’ve picked up a new house-sitting job. The agency I work for occasionally rang me this morning. The person they had for the post had to pull out at short notice due to a family crisis. Apparently the cat is one of those ones that are too precious to go to a boarding centre. It has—’ she put her fingers into air quotes ‘—issues.’
‘How long will you be house-sitting?’
‘A month.’
‘Where in London?’
Kat gave him a cynical look. ‘Why would I tell you? You’d be on my doorstep day and night pestering me to meet my sperm donor.’
The corner of his mouth tipped up in an enigmatic smile. ‘So, I guess I’ll see you when I see you.’
Not if I can help it. She swung around and stalked back to the kitchen.
* * *
Flynn’s gaze followed that deliciously pert behind until it disappeared into the servery. The thrill of the chase had always excited him but this chase was something else. Kat Winwood was hot. Flames, flares, and hissing and spitting fireworks hot.
It was amusing to set the bait and sit back and wait for her to take it. She pretended to hate him. To loathe the ground he walked on, the space he occupied. The air he breathed.
But behind the fiery flash of her green-grey gaze he could see something else. Something she was at great pains to conceal. That betraying flicker of attraction. The way her pupils flared like spilled ink. The way she swept the tip of her tongue over her lips. The way her eyes kept tracking to his mouth as if drawn there by an invisible, irresistible force.
He felt the same stirring in his body whenever he was near her. Lust rumbled and rolled through his body like a cannonball. It was taking longer than usual to get her to admit her interest. But that was what made him all the more determined. The challenge made his blood tick and flick with excitement. He was used to having anyone he wanted. Dating had become almost boring. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had said no to him.
Not since Claire had walked out on their engagement.
He ducked back out from under the crime-scene tape in his mind that blocked him from thinking of how desperate he had felt back then. Desperate to be with someone. To have a family. To have a future to make up for the blank space of his past.
He wasn’t that commitment-with-a-capital-C man now.
He was a lower-case lover. The chase, the conquest, the ‘don’t call me I’ll call you’ was how he played things now.
And he wanted to play with Kat Winwood.
He wanted to feel her sexy little body gripping him like a clamped fist. To feel her mouth breathing fire over his skin. To feel her tongue twisting, twirling and tangling with lust around his. He wanted to hear that cute little Scottish accent screaming out his name as she convulsed around him.
Kat