In the Spaniard's Bed by Helen Bianchin

Author:Helen Bianchin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Romance, Classic Romance, Fiction
ISBN: 9781426880766
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2003-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

`CASSANDRA, phone.'

Diego, it had to be.

Cassandra took the call, and tried to control the way her pulse leapt at the sound of his voice.

`We're taking the mid-morning flight. I'll collect you at nine tomorrow.'

Ì can meet you at the airport.' That way her car would be there when they returned.

`Nine, Cassandra,' he reiterated in a quiet drawl that brooked little argument, then he cut the con-nection.

He was insufferable, she fumed as she returned to her workspace.

The resentment didn't diminish much as day be-came night, and she rose early, packed, put out suf-ficient dry food and water for the cat, then a few minutes before nine she took the lift down to Reception.

The Gold Coast appeared at its sparkling best. Clear azure sky, late-spring warm temperatures, and sunshine.

Diego picked up a hire car and within half an hour they reached the luxurious Palazzo Versace hotel complex.

It was more than a year since Cassandra had last visited the Coast, and she adored the holiday atmo-sphere, the canal estates, the trendy sidewalk cafe's and casual lifestyle.

The hotel offered six-star accommodation, plus privately owned condominiums and several pent-house apartments.

Why should she be surprised to discover Diego owned a penthouse here? Or that he'd elected to take the extra total designer furnishing package including bed coverings and cushions, towels, china, glass-ware and cutlery?

The total look, she mused in admiration. Striking, expensive, and incredibly luxurious.

There was a million-dollar view from the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, and she took a deep breath of fresh sea air as Diego slid open an external glass door.

Delightful. But let's not forget the reason he's brought you here, an imp taunted silently.

Bedroom duties. The thought should have filled her with antipathy, but instead there was a sense of anticipation at a raw primitive level to experience again the magical, mesmeric excitement he was able to evoke.

Was it so wrong to want his touch, his possession without any emotional involvement other than the pleasure of the moment?

Don't kid yourself, she chided inwardly. Like it or not, you're involved right up to your slen-der neck!

After this weekend her life would return to nor-mal ... whatever normal meant. Work, she mused as Diego took their overnight bags through to the bed-room. The usual social activities...which would never be quite the same again as she encountered Diego partnering Alicia, or any one of several other women all too willing to share his evening. Dammit, his bed.

How would she cope, imagining that muscular male body engaged in the exchange of sexual body fluids? The entanglement of limbs, the erotic plea-sure of his mouth savouring warm feminine skin as he sought each sensual hollow, every intimate crevice?

It would be killing, she admitted silently. Perhaps she could retreat into living the life of a social re-cluse, and simply bury herself in work.

Except that would be accepting defeat, and she refused to contemplate a slide into negativity.

For now, there was the day, and she intended to make the most of it. With or without him. The night he would claim as his, but meantime.

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