‘It’s so—gaudy.’ She sighed, staring at the ring as it shimmered and sparkled much more than its predecessor.
‘Not to your taste?’
‘Not to anyone’s taste,’ she said ruefully. ‘It was only meant to grab Leo’s attention…How did you get hold of this one so quickly?’
‘I am the kind of man who gets what he wants when he wants it,’ he answered with careless conceit.
He went to put the fake ring into his pocket.
‘No—’As quick as a flash Rachel plucked it from his hand and pushed it into her beaded purse. ‘I’ll wear the real one when we are out together, but only then,’ she informed him stubbornly. ‘Otherwise I’ll wear the fake one.’
‘If you’re afraid of losing it, it is insured—’
But Rachel gave a shake of her head. This had nothing to do with losing the real ring, but more to do with the fear that if she didn’t hang on to the fake she would lose touch with reality.
‘I will only wear it when we are out,’ she repeated.
‘And in our bed?’ he demanded shortly.
Rachel thought about that for a second or two. ‘I won’t wear either ring,’ she decided.
‘Meaning our sexual relationship has nothing to do with the rest of this?’
Unless he was able to fake what was happening there as well. Then she nodded, because the sex was the only truly honest part of this.
He said nothing but just sighed and went to open the car door—then suddenly changed his mind. He turned on her, caught her chin in his fingers, then dipped his head for a third, definite, lipstick-stealing, full-blooded, possessive lover’s kiss.
‘The sexual part of this relationship does not stay behind in the bedroom, Rachel,’ he stated harshly. ‘Remember that, while you fix your lipstick again…’
He climbed out of the car then, leaving her sitting there trembling and shaken by the anger which had erupted from him.
What was the matter with him? Why should he care which ring she wore, so long as she didn’t makehim look the cheap fake?
Her lips felt tender and bruised this time as she reapplied the lipstick. He’d walked around the car and was now standing with her door open, waiting for her to join him on the pavement.
It was chilly outside and her satin jacket had not been made to keep the cold out. She shivered. He stepped closer, fitting her beneath his shoulder and curling his hand into her waist.
Gosh, don’t we look the picture of romance? she thought dryly as he walked her towards the restaurant.
‘Smile,’ he instructed as he pushed the door open.
Rachel looked up to find that he was looking down at her. One of those frozen in time moments suddenly grabbed them, locking them inside their own private space.
‘Heavens, Raffaelle,’ another voice intruded. ‘You were out there so long we were about to lay bets as to whether or not you were going to just take her back home again.’
‘As you see, Daniella,’ he came back smoothly, ‘Rachel’s manners are so much better than mine…’
He held Rachel’s eyes as he said it. He watched her cheeks warm to a blush when she realised what Daniella had meant. Then he took hold of her hand and lifted it to his lips. The engagement ring sparkled as he kissed it. Her soft pink pulsing mouth gave a telling little quiver that shot an injection of heat down to his groin.
Someone else spoke—he did not know who. When he turned, he could barely make sense of the blur of faces all smiling at them.
What the hell was the matter with him? Was he sickening for something to have double-vision like this? It would be the first germ to catch him out since his childhood, he mused grimly, frowning as he looked back at Rachel.
Her face was in perfect focus. He did not like what that discovery was trying to say to him. With a taut shift of his shoulders, he pulled himself together and turned to face his dinner guests again, then switched on his lazy smile.
‘Buona sera,’ he greeted. ‘My apologies for keeping you waiting when I know you are dying to meet my beautiful Rachel…’
CHAPTER NINE