After the Music by Diana Palmer

Author:Diana Palmer [Palmer, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780783890548
Google: kpwKAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0373364067
Barnesnoble: 0373364067
Goodreads: 1137716
Publisher: G.K. Hall
Published: 1986-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Tugging on a pair of gray slacks with a pullover V-necked striped top and boots, Sabina went downstairs the next morning, expecting to find Al at the breakfast table. Instead, she found only Thorn.

He was sitting at the head of the table, toying with a napkin, obviously waiting for something or someone. He was in denim today, rugged looking, a cowboy from out of the past. His shirt was half open in front, and she could see dark skin and a feathering of body hair. She remembered her own voice pleading with him to touch her. Her face flamed, her heartbeat shook her. She wanted to run.

His blue eyes jerked up and he found her watching him. "Sit down, songbird. Juan's just bringing breakfast."

There was no way out. She pulled out the chair next to his and sagged into it, turning over the cup in her saucer as Thorn poured hot coffee into it from the carafe.

"Cream or sugar?" he asked:

"I take it black," she said. "Caffeine keeps me going on tour. But I've never had the luxury of cream and sugar,"'

His eyes wandered over her shoulders, her bare arms. "Is that how you stay so thin?"

"I'm not a heavy eater," she said. Her eyes focused on the coffee cup, until he reached out unexpectedly and tilted her chin; up to his probing stare.

"It isn't fair to Al," he said quietly.

"What isn't?" she stammered.

"Wearing that," he said, indicating the engagement ring, flashing in the overhead light. "Not when you can want another man the way you wanted me last night."

"I did not-" she began defensively.

"Don't." He touched her mouth with a lean forefinger, and his eyes were stern and narrow. "Don't lie. I could have taken you if he'd waited another half hour to come home."

"Leave me alone, Thorn!" she burst out.

"I won't," he promised. He leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. "I can't. You won't take advice. So you can take the consequences."

"What are they?" she returned. "A night in your bed?"

"I'd love that," he said with genuine feeling as his eyes wandered hungrily over her face and made her flush with embarrassment. "It's been a long time since I've wanted a woman the way I want you."

"I'm not like that," she said with quiet pride.

"Yes. That makes it worse." He sipped his coffee. "Where are you from, Sabina?"

"New Orleans. Why?"

"How did you meet Al?"

"Jessica introduced us."

He shot her a piercing look. "Nice girl, Jessica. Did you know that she's in love with my brother?"

Her cheeks burned and the cup almost overturned in her hands.

"I see that you do," he persisted, leaning forward to flick ashes in the ashtray. "Doesn't it bother you, hurting her?"

"What do you care about Jessica's feelings? I didn't think secretaries mattered in your world."

"I don't like that," he said coldly, and his icy, pale blue eyes glittered. "I'm no snob, songbird."

"Oh, but you are, Mr. Thorndon," she assured him bitterly. "You have deep prejudices."

"Only about a certain type of woman, which has nothing whatsoever to do with breeding," he returned.

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