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Her eyes were fever-bright Her cheeks were flushed Her breathing was soft and uneven Also, her breasts were full, with the nipples showing hard and aroused against the soft material of her blouse
Every starchy inch of Elizabeth Broare of hie delicious!
She bristled at the accusation ‘I—’
‘You’re clenching your left hand again, Elizabeth,’ he warned softly
She frowned at the observation, but instantly lessened the tightness of the grip she had on the steering wheel ‘You—’
‘Adave her that sexy sly ‘When you look at me, you like what you see!’
Her jaw tightened disapprovingly, although the blush in her cheeks and the catching of her breath in her throat told a completely different story…‘I told you not to call me—’
‘I like calling you Liza’ Rogan turned in his seat so that he could look at her fully ‘With your eyes shining brightly, and that colour in your cheeks, you’re much more of a Liza than you are a stiff and unapproachable Elizabeth,’ he said appreciatively
‘Stiff and—!’ She gave an i to annoy me?’
He quirked dark brows ‘A?’
‘Very much so!’
He grinned unrepentantly ‘Enough to h-tail it out of Sullivan House as soon as you can make the appropriate excuses?’
That blush in her cheeks deepened as she gasped softly ‘How did you know…?’
‘That’s what you were thinking about doing a few an finished dryly ‘You’re pretty easy to read, Elizabeth’ He gave an unconcerned shrug Rogan hadn’t just learned to analyse computers over the last fifteen years; he had learned to read people too
Although this woman was a little more complicated than most No, make that a lot more complicated!
Why did a beautiful woman in her late twenties bury herself in academia? To such an extent that she even chose to occupy her vacation ti a private library? Did she ever let anyone past that spiky exterior? Rogan wondered More to the point, had she ever let a man past that bristly exterior and into her body…?
Elizabeth wasn’t sure she liked Rogan finding her ‘easy to read’—especially considering so about hiht!
Herit out of Sullivan House”, as you put it’ Not any uessed that he would be the reason for her leaving! ‘Your father engaged ue his library, and if you still want ation’
His ation, are you?’
Elizabeth stiffened at the taunt she heard in his tone ‘I believe that once given a person’s word should be honoured, yes’
Iuess, that someone close to her—or someone she had allowed close to her?—had once let her down pretty badly
He nodded ‘Are you hoping to find even more valuable first editions?’
‘It’s possible, yes,’ she acknowledged cautiously
Rogan chuckled softly ‘You don’t have to be so cagey, Elizabeth, I’e profit!’
‘It would hardly be stealing when the books appear to be yours now,’ she reasoned
‘But you do think I’ to sell them off for profit at the first opportunity, don’t you? Don’t bother to deny it, Elizabeth’ His tone was grim now, as he saw the truth of his accusation in her face ‘You’re obviously as big onyour obligations!’ he accused, with obvious disgust
Was she? Elizabeth wondered Perhaps Where this particular man was concerned, anyway He seriously threatened her peace of mind…
‘I—What are you doing in here?’ Elizabeth ca behind his father’s leather-topped any desk, her laptop open in front of him
He looked up to raise an unimpressed eyebrow ‘As the nener, don’t you think I have a perfect right to be in here?’
Well…of course he had a right to enter his father’s library His library now Elizabeth was just surprised, having coain this afternoon, once she had been upstairs to freshen up after they’d returned froan had beaten her to it
She stood in front of the desk to arch her own auburn brows ‘Find anything of interest on my laptop?’