Irresistibly Exotic Men. Laura Iding
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blew out a breath and rolled her eyes. “Fine. Ignore the expert.” Yet he couldn’t miss that fleeting look of concern as she turned back to the window.
He paused, allowing the events of the last day to press oppressively down. If he watched his back, he could hide out until the press frenzy blew over. Maybe. If luck was on his side.
But there was one big problem. A blonde, beautiful, hostile problem.
“Okay. A massage,” he said suddenly. But when she turned back to him, a small smile blooming, he added, “A massage for some background information.”
She blinked. “Some things are personal.”
“And we’re in each other’s faces, which is about as personal as it gets.”
The silence was absolute, a stark and obscene contrast to the noisy thoughts warring in Beth’s head.
Damn Luke and his steady chip-chip-chipping away at her defenses. She needed space, much more space than this luxurious interior would allow. Like another continent’s worth.
“Look,” she finally said, “I’m tired of arguing.”
“Then don’t.”
For one crazy second, Beth thought about walking away and letting him deal with the mess. Quickly, she rejected it. He’s prepared to fight for this. So am I.
“I promise I’ll get to the bottom of this, Beth.”
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“And I can pull my weight around the house. I can clean, fix that loose pantry door. I even make a mean lasagna.”
A vision of Luke cooking in her kitchen jolted her. Another quickly followed—only this time he was stripped to the waist and teasing her with those come-to-bed eyes.
As if reading her thoughts, he grinned. “You’re tempted. The thought of a home-cooked lasagna got you, hey?”
The fantasy scattered. Confusion and pleasure battled for the lead until irritation won out. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing with that seductive smile and I’m-so-charming routine.”
His smile dropped. “Hey, I wasn’t trying to—”
“And don’t insult us both by denying it.” She scowled. “You really think that’s going to work on me?”
Instead of being insulted, that sensual smile just got wider. “You know what I think? I think you’re just trying to pick faults when there aren’t any. That you’re irritated because you desperately want to dislike me. That—” he held up his hand when she opened her mouth to interrupt “—that despite this weird situation you’re actually attracted to me, cara.”
She floundered for a second or two, trying to wrap her head around his bluntness, her cheeks flaming at his obvious amusement.
“Rubbish!”
He winked. “You sure?”
If a man could purr, Luke would be doing it right now. Coupled with that look and the memory of heat on her skin where his fingers had caressed her, he personified danger with a capital D. And he was about to move into her spare room and share her bathroom.
“Positive.” She turned away as her body hummed, a low throb reminding her that impending danger was only a couple of feet away.
She sat back in the luxurious leather, trying to put her thoughts in order. Yet she kept returning to the same conclusion. She might not like his methods. His mere presence may set her pulse racing and her internal alarms on high. But short of a miracle, she needed help finding Ben and sorting out her bank mix-up.
Plus, his staying with her was a perfect chance to convince him to sell.
Her mouth tightened as she turned back to him. “We need to set some ground rules.”
One eyebrow rose. “Okay …?”
“One. We share whatever information we find.”
Luke nodded.
“Two. No physical stuff. I mean it, Luke,” she warned as his eyes crinkled. “No touching. No smiling. Definitely nothing else.”
“So I can’t smile at you now?”
“You know what I mean. No Mr. Charming. Stop it!”
Luke, to his credit, tried to swallow the offending grin. “I can’t promise that, cara. But I will keep my distance if that’s what you want. However,” he added, his mouth kinking up, “if you should change your mind …” Her heart beat a little faster.
“I won’t be asking.”
“Really.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Do you doubt my willpower?”
“No.” He grinned. “Just questioning why I get you all flustered in the first place.”
The arrogance of the man! Beth looked away as the car finally pulled into the driveway and she leaped out as if her life depended on it.
He followed her up the front steps. “Running away won’t do any good, cara.” His liquid voice dropped to a husky rumble. “You tell me I need to relax, but look at you. You’re a bundle of nerves.”
Welcoming the cold indignation that started in the pit of her stomach, she whirled on him.
“You ever think maybe it could be you stressing me out?” She jammed her keys in the front door and managed to break a nail in the process. Cursing, she glared at him. “I’ve spent the better part of ten years getting my life just the way I want it and suddenly it’s snatched away. Do you know how damn frustrating that is?” She tightened her hands into fists and placed them on her hips, the keys forgotten, dangling from the lock. “It galls me to ask for help but yes, I need it. But let me get something straight—I don’t need fixing or saving or anything else. And I’m not going to be your project, so you can get that out of your head, too.”
She paused for breath.
“You finished?” Luke asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“Good. You got the wrong guy. Playing the knight in shining armor isn’t my thing. All I want is to clear my name and get back to my job. And we both want to keep this out of the papers.”
The keys suddenly fell from the lock and they both bent for them. Their hands collided. Then their gazes. Luke was so close he could smell her—lemons and freshness and rain—could nearly touch those soft curls that framed delicate earlobes. Could even feel the slow heat humming through her skin.
The woman was a baffling mix of “back off” and steely determination. She didn’t want him around, yet she wasn’t going to leave. He’d never felt more confused.
She was the first to straighten. She did it so smoothly and with such aplomb that he almost missed the shadow of regret clouding her eyes.
Finally, Beth managed to open the door. Touching is supposed to be a major release for stress, she reminded herself as she walked down the hall. It boosts your immune system, it eases tension. It releases endorphins to help you relax.
Whoever thought that one up obviously hadn’t been touched by Luke De Rossi.
She glanced back. Luke stood in the doorway, looking very large, very male and totally in charge.
The expression on his face made her nerves backflip. “Trust me, Beth, I’ll get to the bottom of everything.”
Yeah, that’s what she was afraid of.
Beth fought the overwhelming