A Second Chance For The Millionaire: Rescued by the Brooding Tycoon / Who Wants To Marry a Millionaire? / The Billionaire's Fair Lady. Nicola Marsh
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it was no use. He had ten times her strength, as she was beginning to understand. And there was something else she understood. She’d been mad to engage in this struggle that drew her near-naked body so close to his. The pleasure that was pervading her now was more than laughter with a dear friend. His flesh against hers, his face close to her own, the meeting of their eyes; she should have avoided these things like the plague. Except that he hadn’t given her the chance.
Caution, she’d promised herself, but where was caution now? And did she really care?
‘Let me go,’ she repeated.
But now his arms had enfolded her completely, allowing no movement.
‘Make me,’ he challenged.
She made a half-hearted attempt to kick him but only ended up with her leg trapped between his.
‘Do you call that making me?’ he demanded.
‘Will you stop this?’
‘Nope.’
It shocked her to realise how disappointed she would have been if his answer had been any different.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she cried.
‘I just thought it was time you learned who was boss around here.’
‘OK, you’re boss. Now let me go.’
‘Only if you pay the ransom.’
‘And what’s that?’
‘This,’ he said, dropping his head.
It wasn’t a major kiss, no big deal, she told herself, trying not to respond to the gentle pressure of his lips. But it was precisely that light touch that was her undoing, making her want to lean forward, demanding that he kiss her more deeply, and more deeply still, threatening her with her own desires. And with that threat came fear.
‘No,’ she whispered. ‘No.’
‘I wonder if you really mean that.’
She too wondered, but now she gathered all her strength together and said more firmly, ‘No!’
He drew back a little, frowning.
‘You promised this wouldn’t happen,’ she reminded him.
‘I didn’t exactly—’
‘Every propriety observed, you said.’
‘Does that mean I can’t even kiss you?’
‘It means you can’t kiss me now, just when we’re about to embark on this idea of yours, pretending to be together when we aren’t really.’
Slowly he released her and she took the chance to step back.
‘Isn’t this something we have to work out as we go along?’ he asked.
‘You’re a businessman, Darius. I’m sure you know that when exploring new territory it’s wise to have a plan.’
‘And is that your plan?’ he demanded. ‘To turn away from all human desire?’
‘I have to. Can’t you try to understand? I’m not sure that I can ever…I don’t know, I don’t know.’
‘But how long? For the rest of your life? Was he really that perfect?’
She took a step back and her face was distraught. ‘Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.’
He sighed. ‘Yes, all right. I’m sorry, Harriet. I should have known better. You have to pick your own time. I can’t pick it for you. I shouldn’t have—it’s just that I’ve wanted to do that for some time and…well, I guess you don’t want to know that.’
‘I’d rather not,’ she agreed.
‘Just try to forgive me, please.’
‘There’s nothing to forgive,’ she said calmly. ‘It didn’t happen. Now, I think it’s time we went and started to get ready. We have a long day tomorrow.’
Harriet left him without a backward glance, followed by Phantom, dragging her towel.
After a moment Darius walked after them, cursing himself for clumsiness.
The trip to London was like nothing Harriet had ever known before. Darius had chartered a helicopter that collected them from the lawn and swept them up and over the channel. Looking down, she drew in her breath.
‘Herringdean looks so different, and the sea—nothing is the way I know it below.’
‘Yes, they’re different worlds,’ he agreed, looking down with her. ‘And it can be hard to know which one is the place you belong.’
‘I suppose it wouldn’t be possible to belong in the world up here,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘You could never stay up that long.’
‘True. Sooner or later you have to come down to earth,’ he said in a voice that had a touch of regret.
In London, they landed at an airport where a car was waiting, ready to sweep them into the West End, the place of theatres, expensive shops and even more expensive hotels.
The sight of the Gloriana Hotel rearing up eight floors startled Harriet. She’d guessed that it would be luxurious, but the reality took her by surprise. Again, she wondered if she’d been wise to come here, but it was too late. The chauffeur was carrying their bags to the door. Darius had drawn her arm through his and for his sake she must steel herself. He’d asked this as an act of friendship—and from now on she had only one function; to do him credit so that he could hold up his head.
It needed all her resolution when she saw the inside of the hotel with its marble floor and columns. As Darius had promised, they had separate accommodation but they were next door to each other. When he’d left her alone she studied her surroundings. The bedroom was the largest she had ever seen, and the bathroom was an elegant dream of white porcelain and silver taps. She knew she should have been in heaven, but such luxury intimidated her even more.
Ah, well, she thought resolutely. Best dress forward!
But unpacking was a dismal experience. Suddenly none of her dresses seemed ‘best’ as it would be understood in the Gloriana.
Then she recalled seeing a gown shop in the reception area. A moment to check that she’d brought her credit cards and she was out of the door, hurrying to the elevator.
The shop exceeded her wildest expectations. The clothes were glorious. So, too, were the prices but she decided to worry about that later. Anything was better than looking like a little brown mouse in the kind of elegant company that Darius regarded as normal.
Two dresses held her undecided for a while, but at last—
‘I’ll take this one,’ she said.
‘And the other one,’ said Darius’s voice behind her. ‘They both suit you.’
She whirled to face him. ‘How did you—?’
‘When I found your room empty I asked the desk and they told me you were here. You should have brought me with you so we could make the decision together. Mind you, I like your choices.’ To the assistant he said, ‘We’ll take both of these, please.’
‘No,’ she muttered urgently. ‘I can’t afford them both.’
‘You?’ He regarded her with quizzically raised eyebrows. ‘What has this got to do with you?’
‘Evidently, nothing,’ she said.
‘I invited you here to do me a favour. I don’t expect you to buy your own clothes as well.’ Light dawned.
‘When you say clothes you mean props, don’t you? I’m playing a part and the director chooses the costumes?’
‘Got it in one.’
‘Next