He threw out an impatient hand. ‘You compare yourself badly to your more glamorous sister,’ he provided. ‘You compare me with your ex-lover and hate the fact that I am Italian like him.’
‘I do not!’ she denied.
‘Was he good-looking?’ he demanded.
‘What has that got to do with anything?’ Her eyes went wide in bewilderment.
‘Was he—?’ he persisted.
‘Yes!’
‘How old?’
‘My age—’
‘And what kind of car did he drive?’
She sucked in an angry breath. ‘A red Ferrari,’ she answered. ‘But that wasn’t—’
‘Great,’ he gritted. ‘Mine is silver. Is that a bad mark against me or one against him for being too flashy?’
‘You’re crazy,’ she breathed.
Maybe he was. At this precise moment Raffaelle did not know why he was so fired up about a man he probably would not give a second thought to in other circumstances.
‘Just go and get ready.’ He turned his back on her and strode into his study, wanting to toss his drink to the back of his angry throat but refusing to allow himself the gut soothing pleasure while she was standing there staring at him. ‘And Idon’t like flashy, so don’t come out dressed in red!’ he could not stop himself from adding.
Then he shut the door—slammedthe damn door!
Rachel shook all the way into the bedroom. She shook as she removed her coat and laid it aside. She had absolutely no idea what all of that had been about and she didn’t think that she wanted to know.
Did he hate her—was that it? she immediately questioned. Did he resent her being here so badly that he needed to take chunks out of her to get his own back on her for putting him in this situation in the first place?
Was he locked in his silly studypraying that she wasn’t pregnant with his child?
And he did not want to see the farmer dressed in flashy red when she came out. Her lips gave a quiver. He preferred to see the sleek Elise look-alike because at least he could relate to her andpretend she was his type!
Rachel stripped off her clothes and walked into the bathroom, not sure if she wanted to throw things or cry her eyes out.
The tears almost won the moment she stepped beneath the shower spray and she would have let them if he had not chosen that moment to push open the bathroom door and stride fully naked into the shower.
‘No, don’t stiffen up,’ he said as she did exactly that. ‘I am here to make you feel better, not worse.’
He drew her back against him, angling both of them so the shower sprayed down her front, then dropped his lips to her ear. ‘I came to apologise for being bad-tempered out there.’
‘You mean it’s just hit you that you have to trail me in front of your friends having ripped my head off,’ Rachel said.
‘I had a bad day.’
He was tasting her earlobe now. Rachel jerked it away.
‘Accepting invitations you had no desire to accept.’
‘While thinking of you and that bed I had walked away from.’ He chased the earlobe again. ‘So I was bad tempered all day and came home more than ready to find you waiting for me. But you were not here; you were out enjoying yourself.’
‘Playing the farmer to my heart’s content.’
‘I like the farmer,’ he murmured lustily. ‘She is toned and sleek and very sexy. I am also jealous of the ex-lover…’