Page 6 (1/2)

‘Te reo Maori?’ she threw inthat he would be of the e, especially when he didn’t even speak the first—English

Or did he?

She detected a dark glimmer in the back of the brown eyes as his mouth compressed Was that a tiny quiver of ae of elation

She decided to let go of her security blanket and allowed her wrap to slide fro to drape it across the back of her chair, her twisting htly freckled shoulders against the blackness of the chiffon top

As she turned back she almost blushed to feel the nervous rise and fall of her breasts, cupped in their luxuriant nests of eainst the sheer silk Every breath felt like a wanton act of provocation

And naturally he looked…he was a htful expression that was so than a leer, and Veronica was thankful for the strategic pleats of tulle when she felt the tips of her breasts begin to tingle and harden into betraying little points

‘Russian? Icelandic?’ A slight breathlessness ame

His gaze fell back to his newspaper and for a shattering moment she feared that she had overplayed her hand She looked around for inspiration, glancing over at the owner of the bar, who had been following the progress of their encounter with frank interest To her chagrin he grinned and gave an expressive shrug, as if to indicate the hopelessness of her case

‘Sprechen Sie Deutsches?’

Veronica’s head whipped back to find the chocolate-brown eyes waiting for her, banked with a taunting aed down the side of the table

The wretch!

‘Nein,’ she said, giving hilais seulee deficiency with a defiant tilt of her chin

A slow, sexy smile trawled across his mouth

‘Je suis désolé,’ he said, placing ahand across his heart

She understood that, but chose to turn his mockery back on him: ‘Et je suis Veronica,’ she replied pertly