‘I never wanted a Porsche. I’m not that fond of speed,’ Bella said gently. ‘And this is much more practical for a working artist with a child.’
‘You never wanted a Porsche…but you made me jump through all the hoops pretending you did!’ Rico was now struggling to look angry, she gathered, instead of painfully relieved.
She reached for his silk tie and tugged him towards her with all the provocativeness of a very confident woman. ‘I like to keep you on your toes, M
r da Silva.’
‘Dios mio, you are not joking,’ he growled thickly, crushing her into his arms and kissing her breathless, passion blazing up between them just as it always did. ‘And fortunately for you I find it irresistible, because, having phoned Haversham to ascertain your success, at lunchtime I went out and bought you a Porsche.’
Bella’s jaw dropped.
‘Just think of the mileage Hector is going to get out of conspicuous consumerism like this!’ Rico suddenly said, laughing.