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‘What do you want me to do?’ she de water?’

‘So for the buttons on her blouse She drew

back instinctively, her eyes widening

‘Look—–’ i else lurked in the depths of his eyes, ‘I’m not about to rape you Hot water h I’ve run a bath for you and you’ll stay in it until your hands and feet tingle and s circulation Is that clear?’

All too clear His words had penetrated the co which had en-shrouded her, and Chelsea sat up to protest

‘Drink this’ Slade produced another glass of brandy ‘Drink it, Chelsea,’ he warned her, ‘otherwise I’ll pour it down your throat’

Unwillingly she did so, telling hie without his unwanted ht of his hands on her body

‘Oh, of course you can,’ he agreed sardonically ‘It’s a very et from here to the bathroom with one ankle out of action and both feet so numb that you can hardly stand up on them I’ve already told you,’ he reiterated impatiently, ‘as far as I’m concerned you’re coing blizzard thaneffect on my ardour’

Her initial feeling was one of intense disappoint its effect upon her Chelsea seldolass of wine, and the potency of the spirit on an eht y

This time when Slade deftly unfastened her buttons shehim to completely remove her blouse without deh she knew she should be embarrassed when he bent swiftly to remove her bra and briefs she was hazily conscious only of a surging pleasure engendered by the briefly accidental brush of his fingers against the smooth curve of her breast For a second he seeidity, but Chelsea barely had ti her up in his arantly old

CHAPTER EIGHT

SHE hadn’t realised just how cold she was until she felt the blissfully wared dreahtly on the cheek and said curtly, ‘Don’t go to sleep onback to your feet’

He was more concerned with her feet than she was, Chelsea reflected, for soh so ht bubble inside her, but sory if she did She also wanted to luxuriate in the delicious warmth of the water, to lie down in it and let it lap over her while she drifted off to sleep

‘Chelsea!’

She yelped as Slade turned on the tap and hot water gushed into the dark blue depths of the bath

‘I want to go to sleep,’ she protested childishly, s a little as she heard Slade swear He see, but somehoas just too much of an effort to work out why

‘Your feet… can you feel them yet?’

Giggling, Chelsea reached down and touched her toes ‘I think so—are these them?’

She thought she heard Sladeunco about ‘too ister All of a sudden she felt gloriously free of inhibition and caution What did she need theh downcast lashes, wondering what he would say if she suggested that he join her The bath was after all large enough for both of them

She frowned as pain suddenly lanced through her ankle co as the pain increased in severity, and all the colour left her face

Slade was cruelly unsy her with irrational resent her as she wanted hi her disco the flesh of her feet To punish hi him deliberately as he reached out to recapture it Water soaked the front of his shirt and she giggled helplessly

‘You’re drunk’