Firestorm by Brenda Joyce

Author:Brenda Joyce [Joyce, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-11-08T10:08:40+00:00

Chapter 11

She hadn’t seen him all day since she had left him snoring softly in her bed that morning. Storm had no idea when he had gotten up and left, presumably on business. Now, all through supper, he had been quiet and withdrawn. Storm wondered if he even remembered last night—if he remembered how she had encouraged him. Last night he had said he wanted her, tonight he was an indifferent stranger. He had barely looked at her the entire meal. And it didn’t just confuse her, it made her angry.

Would she ever understand him?

“Here, sir,” Peter said, handing Brett a beer. “This will help.”

“What did you put in it?” Brett asked suspiciously, rubbing his temple.

Peter smiled. “You’ll feel like your old self in no time.” He left.

Brett sipped and met her gaze. This time he didn’t look away. Storm didn’t either. Finally he put his glass down. “Storm—about last night.”

She waited.

He fiddled with his knife. “I…ah…I was a bit drunk.”

“Yes.”

He shot a glance at her. “Did…ah…I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

She gave a slight shrug.

Another quick, shooting glance. “Look, what happened?”

She raised a brow, quelling a smile. “What happened?”

His nostrils flared slightly. “Yes, dammit, what happened?”

“Why, Brett, you said so yourself, you were drunk.”

His eyes grew black as he leaned forward. “Dammit, don’t play games now of all times. Did we—Christ! I woke up in your bed, and I don’t remember going there. Did we make love?”

She flushed despite herself. “You were in no shape to do anything except sleep.”

He was relieved, disappointed, and still somewhat embarrassed, both for his lack of sobriety and for his lapse of memory. “I apologize for burdening you with myself in such a state.”

Storm found herself thinking, I don’t mind, then almost gasped at her thoughts. He was doing it again, wheedling her into submission, and she seemed powerless to stop him. She watched him push away his dessert plate. Knowing the meal was over, she felt herself tense with uncertainty. She had to know. “Are you going out tonight?” The instant she said the words, she could have kicked herself for the sarcastic inflection she had put on the word out.

He smiled slightly, a warmth that reached his eyes, making Storm uncomfortable, making her fluttery, and she frowned back. The smile broadened, and he put down his coffee cup. When he spoke, his voice was seductive. “Does this mean you care?”

“No,” she threw back, “it means I’m curious.”

“Only curious?”

“Only curious.”

“If you make me a better offer”—his voice grew husky—“I’ll gladly stay.”

Being naive, it took her a few seconds to understand. She blushed, knowing he would come to her bed if she invited him. “Do you need to…to do it every night?”

Brett smiled. “Do what?”

She blushed harder. “Nothing,” she mumbled.

Brett fastened his eyes on her. She was wearing a simple skirt and blouse, modestly cut, revealing only the flat part of her upper chest. But her hair was loose, with long curls waving over and around her breasts, and he had the strong urge to lift a strand, wrap it around his hand, pull her close.

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