‘There is no call for sarcasm,’ Leo replied repressively. ‘When I take women shopping they usually spend hours trying on everything in sight. It’s a dead bore. Your attitude is refreshing, believe me.’
He started reaching inside his back trouser pocket for his wallet. But Anna was already handing her credit card over.
‘Anna,’ he said, even more repressively, ‘allow me, if you please.’
‘I don’t please,’ she said, and nodded at the saleslady to take her card.
Leo sighed heavily. ‘Are you trying to prove something, Anna?’
‘No. I’m just buying my own clothes.’
With a snap, Leo put his wallet away. Let the damn girl buy her own clothes if she insisted. He watched her sign for her purchases, pick up the bags, and then hesitate suddenly.
‘I’d like to change,’ she said to the shop assistant, and disappeared with the bags.
She emerged in under two minutes, clad in a brightly coloured blue and orange sundress that floated around her calves.
Leo found his breath stilling. She really was the most stunning female he’d laid eyes on. Effortlessly so. Her hair was still in its high ponytail, and she’d let it dry naturally, without any styling. She wore no make-up except suncream and protective lipgloss. And sunshades. Not a scrap of jewellery either.
And yet in that simple print dress she looked breathtaking.
Something moved inside him. It was an odd sensation. He didn’t know what it was.
He only knew it was inappropriate.
‘Let’s go,’ he said shortly, and headed outdoors.
Anna followed him, feeling the relief of finally wearing something that didn’t look idiotic in these tropical surroundings.
‘There’s another designer shop over there.’ Leo pointed across the way and started towards it.
‘I’ve got all the clothes I need,’ Anna returned.
Leo gave a snort. ‘No woman has all the clothes she needs! And this time—’ he turned his head ‘—I am buying. Please do not make another scene.’
Anna’s lips tightened.
‘I really don’t want any more clothes,’ she insisted.
‘Then what do you want?’ He glanced around, eyes lighting on a jewellery store. For a moment he realised he was on the point of buying her jewels, as if she were an ordinary mistress.
Anna couldn’t help but see where he’d been looking.
‘No, thank you,’ she said sweetly. ‘I prefer to steal mine.’
Leo’s head whipped round, eyes narrowed.
His eyes fastened on hers.
And for a second—quite inexplicably—he suddenly wanted to laugh. The girl was outrageous, all right! Totally outrageous—and yet…
He broke eye contact deliberately, pointing out a souvenir shop selling island art and mementoes.
Anna shook her head sharply.
‘I’ll have all the souvenirs of this place I could never want,’ she said.
Leo’s eyes slashed back to hers. This time he didn’t want to laugh at all. He wanted to throttle her.
‘Well, your souvenirs from an Austrian jail would be very different, I can assure you!’ he shot back tightly. He took her arm. ‘I need some coffee,’ he announced.
She tried to pull away from him, but he would not let her.
‘Let go of me!’ she snarled.
He merely tightened his grip, and looked down at her with his long-lashed eyes.
‘That’s not what you say in bed, Anna mou. You want me to touch you then.’
His voice was soft, as soft as silk, his eyes molten, melting her…
Once again he saw colour flare out along her cheekbones, and that look in her eyes. Of all things, it looked as if it was embarrassment. But that was impossible. Anna Delane was a thief, shameless and unapologetic, and the life she lived as a fashion model hardly meant she was embarrassable about sex.
Then he saw her chin go up, her mouth tighten, as if she were suppressing something. Her body was as stiff as a board.
‘I thought you said you wanted a coffee,’ she bit at him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ANNA sat at the little harbourside café, watching the boats at their mooring. This was no flash marina—most of the boats were working boats: ferries to other islands, or freighters, or fishing boats.
Opposite her, Leo sat and glowered.
Anna was ignoring him—as usual. Looking at anything and everything except him. Sipping black coffee with a stony face. Exasperation swept through him again. She looked a million dollars in that sundress, and yet she’d insisted on buying it herself—and the others in the bags around her feet. Her insistence infuriated him, and he was annoyed at himself for feeling so unreasonably ill-tempered about it. What the hell was she up to, refusing to let him buy her those paltry clothes?