'What was the crack about the two million?'
Sara's slender length tensed as she shakily tugged her hair out from beneath the collar of her jacket and shook it back out of her way.
'You have the most beautiful hair. I always wanted to see it loose.' Alex's dark eyes rested on the silky black torrent tumbling down to her waist. 'Don't ever get it cut.'
She slowly lifted her head, bewildered green eyes colliding with smouldering gold. It was electrifying. Stunned, she kept on looking at him. 'Marco said… Marco said you'd pay two million pounds for one night with me…'
Alex tautened, dark colour accentuating his hard cheekbones. 'You are even more drunk than I thought you were.'
Her glazed eyes fell from his. 'I've put my foot in my mouth-'
'I intend to put my fist in Marco's.'
'I was only joking.'
Alex pressed her towards the door. 'He wasn't…'
'H-honestly?' she stammered in disbelief.
'You think I'd be here if it wasn't true?'
He guided her out through the buzzing reception area. Her blitzed brain was endeavouring to absorb what he had confirmed. AlexRossini wanted her. He found her desirable. What would have threatened and appalled her a mere twelve hours earlier now, for some reason, fascinated her. 'You were so kind this afternoon-'
'And I wouldn't be kind without a hidden agenda?'
'No,' she said without even thinking about it.
A chauffeur was standing by the door of a silver limousine. Sara climbed in, slid along the richly upholstered leather seat. Her luxurious surroundings made no impression on her at all. Don't think about Brian, don't think about Brian, she urged herself feverishly. 'Why didn't you…? I mean, you never showed-'
'Sara, I'm not a lovesick teenager. I find you physically very attractive. That is chemistry.'
'Sex.'
'Sex,' Alex agreed drily.
Was that the way Brian wanted Antonia? Did it matter whether it was love or infatuation or simply lust which had motivated him? Would love hurt any more than the way she was already feeling? Had it only been guilt which had made him chase out of the flat in her wake? Stop it…stop it a little voice shrieked inside her. It's over, Sara. Accept it. Alex was right. You could never trust Brian again.
'You think I'm very naive,' Sara muttered, closing out the seething turmoil threatening her again.
'No. I don't think this is the time for this conversation.'
'I don't believe in love any more.' For hadn't Brian done all the right things?Romantic cards, constant phone calls. Last night he had been with her, holding hands, smiling…the consummate actor, and she had been the blind fool, for she had noticed nothing different.
'How would you like to sink into an alcoholic stupor and have a nice long sleep?' Alex enquired with unconcealed hope.
'Very, very much,' she whispered painfully.
The silence pulsed with undertones that she didn't understand.
'I really didn't know your feelings went this deep.' A grim laugh splintered from him.
She didn't show her feelings. She had learnt that young. But today she had been brutally wrenched out of her protective shell. 'How could you know?'
'I thought you were more in love with the bridal trappings… not to mention the wallpaper books, fabric swatches and paint-cards,' Alex enumerated with sardonic bite.
'I wanted a home that was really mine. Easy to mock what you've always had, Alex.' Sara shot him a look of angry intensity that challenged him and then tore her gaze away again, but he stayed etched in her mind's eye. The gleaming black hair, the slashing brows, the hard, arrogant slant of his mouth and nose. Hard-that was the definitive word. He might be possessed of a quite intoxicating masculine beauty but the raw stamp of power and fierce force of will overlaid those spectacular dark good looks like bonded steel.
Her head was pounding sickly. 'I'm not even asking you where we're going…'
'You're safe with me. Tonight you don't have to think for yourself.'
She closed her aching eyes. The one male in the world whom she would never, ever have trusted and yet all of a sudden she instinctively did trust him.AlexRossini, protector. She ought to have laughed at the idea but instead she fell asleep.
Sara surfaced from a nightmare, shivering and perspiring. She sat up with a dizzy start and found herself in a completely unfamiliar room. The bedside lamps were lit on either side of the wide divan bed. The sheet tangled round her was silk. She lifted an uncertain hand to the thin, strappy nightdress clinging to the damp thrust of her breasts and fell still only when she saw the tall, dark male rising from a chair in the shadows.
'Alex…' she whispered shakily as it all came back in jagged bits and pieces and she breathed in sharply in relief, helplessly reassured by his presence.
'Feel like something to eat?' He sounded so normal, so casual.
'Where am I…? Oh, Lord, to have to ask that,' she muttered between clenched teeth.
'This is my house. I didn't think leaving you alone in the company apartment would be very wise-'
'Your dinner party.'
'Cancelled. Not one of my better ideas.'
From below the screen of her lashes she surveyed him with inescapable fascination. Nothing seemed real-not the day's events, certainly not the extraordinary alteration that had taken place in their relationship within the space of hours. She had not looked before she'd leapt today. He had looked for her, watched over her, kept her safe. Why? Did he want her so much that he was prepared to put up with her as she was now?
'I'll order some food.' i
The door flipped quietly shut in his wake but still she looked to where he had been. She had got blindly, foolishly drunk and AlexRossini had picked up the pieces. But he hadn't expected her to react that way… What had he expected? Why should he have expected anything when he couldn't have known what would happen to her today? The dinner party-'Not one of my better ideas'. He had talked almost as though the dinner party had been stage-managed in advance for her entertainment, which was crazy. She must have misunderstood him.