Private Lies. Wendy Etherington
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setting, finally pushing it and her plate in front of Gage. “Have you eaten?”
He regarded the plate, then her. “No, and you haven’t either.”
“You have it.”
“Fine. We’ll share.” He dropped the napkin on his lap then forked up a bite of crab, holding it in front of her lips.
Knowing it never did any good to argue with Gage, Roxanne took the bite. His thigh brushed hers, and their intimate position reminded her of other nudges and sighs, erotic moments, familiar touches. She swallowed crab she didn’t taste, forcing it down with the tears clogging her chest.
“How’s business, Toni?”
“Busy. Everybody’s gearing up for summer.”
“I see more withdrawals than deposits. Not you, though?”
Toni fiddled with the stem of her water glass. “Clients are in the buying mood. In fact, I met with one last night.” She paused, her blue eyes cold. “In the Quarter.”
Roxanne could have sworn Gage flinched.
Then, a second later, slick as spit, he casually held another bite of salad against her lips. Her heart hammering, her mind buzzing with the answer he might give, she shook her head and leaned back.
One dark eyebrow quirked at the distance she formed between them, and she held her breath for his answer.
His gaze flicked to Toni. “I’ll bet things are wild down there.”
Roxanne gripped the table in an effort to interrupt, to accuse him of knowing exactly how the Quarter was last night. But she held her tongue.
Maybe because Toni had stamped on her foot.
“I keep my distance at night usually. Though Rox and I like that new restaurant on St. Ann. Maybe we’ll go next week.” His gaze, full of sincere invitation, locked with hers. “Want to, Rox?”
Roxanne’s body ceased beating, moving, or thumping. He’d lied. He’d just lied to her face.
A hollow sense of betrayal invaded her.
The waiter set café au lait in front of them, and Roxanne sipped, though she tasted nothing.
Under the table, Toni kicked her. Her friend had, no doubt, sensed the way of the wind. “How was Chicago?” she forced herself to ask.
Gage smiled, his even white teeth flashing beneath the antique lamplights in the restaurant. “Cold as hell. Guess they don’t realize it’s May up there.”
“But no delays,” Toni asked, her smile tight as Roxanne’s heart restarted and threatened to jump from her chest. “You were able to take off this morning?”
“Smooth takeoff, for which I was glad. I was anxious to get back to Roxanne.”
Roxanne noticed he didn’t deny taking off this morning. Nor did he exactly confirm. The vagueness bothered her, and she fought to remember other trips and itineraries he might have vaguely mentioned. He’d gone to New York a couple of weeks ago, said he’d be there for two days and wound up staying for four. Had there been other trips she’d blown off as insignificant business meetings and delays? How deep did this go? How long has the lying been going on?
Nauseous, she realized Toni had been right. She deserved the truth. She had to find out what was happening.
Gage angled his body toward her. “Unfortunately, we’re going to have to change our plans for tonight. An unexpected meeting has come up.”
Another lie? What is he really doing? And with whom?
“Really?” she asked, working for curious innocence—her usual mentality, so surely she’d pulled it off. “You just got back. I really wanted to share this new restaurant with you. It’s a client of mine’s first leap into the business. He needs the support.”
“I know it was important.” His voice deepened with concern, and he moved closer, angling his body toward hers, effectively boxing her between the wall and his broad chest. His spicy scent invaded her. She fought the urge to touch him. He had a great body. A responsive body.
“I’ll make it up to you next week, I promise,” he said. “This meeting couldn’t be avoided. I’ll be in town, but I have to stay over at the hotel.”
“Mmm.” She glanced at Toni, who sipped her coffee as if she didn’t have every molecule directed at their conversation. “Which hotel?”
“The Sheraton.”
“Good choice. They have a view of the river, you know. It’s—”
“Are you planning to surprise me and show up in my room—” he paused, his grin blooming with devilish enthusiasm, his voice lowering “—naked, perhaps?”
Startled, she raised her head.
He leaned forward, pressing a light kiss on her jaw, sending heat soaring through her veins. “As much as I would enjoy it, you would, no doubt, shock the accounts manager I’m rooming with right out of his Jockey shorts.”
She fought desperately against his allure—the spicy, male smell of him, his warm breath against her skin—reminding herself he’d never roomed with anyone before. A very smooth and flattering response to keep her from showing up unexpectedly at his hotel? She never would have considered interrupting his business meetings before today. Before he’d lied.
Her head ached from the unanswered questions, but she swallowed her fear and anger for the moment. She needed time to figure out what to do, how to confront him.
“I promise not to stay more than two nights,” he continued, “and I’ll have my cell phone if you need me.” His hand slid up her leg, encountering bare flesh at the edge of her thigh-high hose. “God, do you know how sexy these things are?” He whispered. “How am I going to concentrate on stock portfolios now?”
With his clever fingers dancing their way to her crotch, Roxanne drew a deep breath. Damp heat flooded her panties. The tip of his finger brushed the satin, and she squirmed on the seat, wondering how she could discreetly press his hand harder against her. Four nights without him, and she was panting. It was crazy. It was exhilarating.
The pleasure he always brought her was so intense, so powerful, she couldn’t doubt his feelings for her, his love for her. Though he rarely said the words out loud. And the concentration and attention he lavished on her had led to security, to trust. Until now. Until doubt and fear and suspicion had reared their ugly heads.
“This is a great chance for a girls’ night out. Right, Rox?”
Toni’s cheerful but tight voice broke through Roxanne’s sexual fantasy. Caught somewhere between wanting, fulfillment, and disappointment at her own needs, she yanked her navy jacket straight and prayed Gage would find that coolness of his, so as not to betray what was actually going on beneath the linen tablecloth.
She need not have worried.
Gage glided his hand from between her thighs to the small of her back. “I’m glad you’ll have Toni to distract you.”
“Oh, yeah. We can always troll the bars in the Quarter,” Toni said sharply.
Gage’s silver eyes flashed with humor. He grinned as his gaze slid from Toni to Roxanne. “Just remember who you belong to, babe,” he said lightly.
I remember. Do you? She searched his face for signs of insincerity, for slyness or an outright lie. She saw nothing but warmth and hunger. Directed at her. Gage had that power. He made her feel as if no other woman existed. No man had ever given her that, even her father. Maybe she was addicted to that feeling. Maybe that feeling had led her to believe she was in love. But how could she love a man she didn’t really know?
She forced a smile to her lips. “You, of course.”
“I need to get going.” Gage slid one hand around Roxanne’s