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‘Oh, go on, Luc, itabout that—about what’s happened,’ Melanie said, adding in an unfortunate choice of words, ‘and give you a chance to sink your teeth back into so that excites you…’
‘Mmm, that’s very true…’ he mused wickedly, and Veronica didn’t dare look at him for fear her head would explode with the heat of her blushes, her breasts tingling at the memory of the luscious bites he had used to arouse and appease their er She suddenly felt his hand on her upper ar the tender side of her breast as his fingers curled into her war her inexorably around to aze ‘What do you think, Veronica? Do you think youexpertise?’
‘You see, Veronica?’ Melanie said happily ‘Isn’t it lucky that you and Luc are down here at the same time? He’s usually a very difficult man to pin down It couldn’t have been better if you planned for it to happen this way’
At her words, Luc’s fingers tightened on Veronica’s soft flesh, his face hardening, throwing his bold nose into sharp relief as his eyebroered over eyes that swarmed with sudden suspicion
She could read him like a book, she realised in furious exasperation Noas actually wondering if it had all been soiant conspiracy on her part
‘Oh, dear—now I’m found out I suppose I should confess that it’s not your expertise I’ fuel onto the s fire
His eyes narrowed and she smiled with lots of teeth
‘I was going to ask for a few million, but now that I know you’re not the fabulous billionaire I thought you were, I suppose I’ll have to settle for a measly few hundred thousand If you could ested sweetly, ‘I’ll bank it straight into my numbered Swiss account’
‘Very arunted as the rest of the table responded to the joke
She rounded her widely spaced grey eyes andon her lower lip ‘But…don’t you believe me?’
His fingers trailed down to rest in the sensitive crease of her inner elbow, lightly teasing at the nerve endings ‘I believe you’re playing a dangerous game…and wonder if you’ve considered all the consequences…’
Of course she hadn’t, she had got carried away by the sheer exhilaration of paying hiestive threat made her realise that she had just done the equivalent of putting her head in the lion’sout a question to Zoe about the St Roeneral and allowed her to sink back into polite silence
A little while later she excused herself with the plea of being tired, and agreed to join Melanie for coffee late in theto discuss her plans for the next few days
As she was leaving Zoe pressed on her a jar of fresh apricot jam, which she had made to an old Provence recipe with fruit harvested froarden, to have with her breakfast