Wild Justice by Liz Fielding

Author:Liz Fielding [Fielding, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, General, Adult
ISBN: 9781854874870
Google: pZi2AAAACAAJ
Publisher: Robinson Pub
Published: 1996-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

*****

“It's all right, the door's locked.”

All right? What was so damned all right about the door being locked? It suggested premeditation, forethought, planning. For a moment she had been lost in wonder and joy at the rediscovery of herself, but those six little words had sent splinters of ice down her spine.

How could she have been so stupid? Fizz stood beneath the fierce shower, her face flaming in hot shame at the wanton way she had just unzipped her dress and stepped out of it.

"These stairs lead straight to my room."

Ice-cold inside, Fizz had heard the words and known exactly what they meant. Straight to his damned four-poster bed he meant. She had lost more than an earring in Luke Devlin's study. She had lost her pride, her self-respect, and quite obviously her head.

Claudia was right, she had never been cut out for the stage. She had never been able to pretend. The poised, cool young woman she had been playing had crumpled the moment Luke had touched her.

She might have been able to live with that. Just. After all, Luke Devlin had it all. Money, good looks, the kind of power that is a real turn-on for some women. He must be used to women throwing themselves into his bed. But she had stepped out of her dress and thrown herself into his arms with a casual ease that suggested a lifetime of practice. And afterwards... Where had she learned to do those things?

Fizz closed her eyes and groaned, her whole body trembling with mortification. She had had one lover. Only one. And that was seven years ago. The irony of it was that she had flung herself into Patrick's arms too.

The speed of it had left her bewildered, unsatisfied, but Patrick hadn't seemed to realise that anything was wrong and she was young and inexperienced and quite ready to believe that any shortcomings were her own. They had to be, after all Patrick March was sex on a stick. But suddenly she was not so certain. Patrick had never made her feel the way she had felt in Luke's arms.

She leaned against the tiles and let the water beat against her skin. She had never indulged in casual sex. But then there was nothing remotely casual about her feelings for Luke Devlin. She hated him and she had wanted him since the first moment she set eyes on him. And she was quite old enough to know that such a combination was lethal.

Thank God that Melanie had given her breathing space to restore the carefully constructed barriers that Luke had somehow managed to crash.

She began washing herself from head to toe, scrubbing herself to try and rid herself of the taste, the scent of him. But using Luke's soap it was quite impossible and in the end she gave up trying and dried herself. She wrapped a towel around her and listened at the bathroom door. There was no sound.

He might of course be waiting quietly, standing by the window, looking out into the night as his garden was blanketed with snow.

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