Free A D'Angelo Like No Other by Carole Mortimer Page A

they both breathed, had seemed to become altogether too fraught with physical tension a few minutes ago.
    With physical awareness...?
    A physical awareness that would seem to imply Michael really might be attracted to her under all that cynicism...?
    Despite the sudden intimate turn of their conversation, Eva had great difficulty believing that!
    It wasn’t just that Michael D’Angelo was such an aloofly arrogant and forceful man, there was also the fact that he so obviously didn’t trust her, as well as the fact that he was way out of Eva’s league, and she didn’t just mean because of his immense wealth.
    Ten years her senior, he was also a man of experience and sophistication, and, while Eva knew herself capable of being comfortable in any social setting, she certainly didn’t play the sort of bed-hopping games so many other people enjoyed. People like Michael D’Angelo...
    She wasn’t a prude and nor was she a virgin, having been involved in one year-long relationship a couple of years ago, before the two of them had decided, quite amicably, that their two careers, hers in photography, his in accounting, made the relationship impossible to sustain; Eva had been away far too much on assignments, and they had eventually just drifted apart.
    Eva hadn’t been seriously involved with anyone since—hadn’t so much as been out on a date since taking custody of the twins! She didn’t think Michael D’Angelo, a man who so obviously had issues where trusting women was concerned, would be a good choice for her to think of taking the plunge with now either.
    He might be as handsome as sin, but he was also far too dominating, too intense in nature, too cold to be the sort of man Eva was attracted to. Most importantly of all, Michael was Rafe D’Angelo’s brother!
    And yet she was attracted to him, Eva acknowledged with a sinking heart. Maybe in part, because Michael was such a dominating, intense, and cold man...? There was a certain satisfaction in thinking that such a coolly self-contained man might find her attractive.
    In wondering what sort of lover he would be...
    Despite what she had thought earlier, would Michael lose that outer coldness when making love to a woman?
    And how would it feel to have the freedom to touch and caress the hard planes of that lean and muscled body, to have Michael’s long and elegant hands caressing her breasts, her thighs, and to have his lips and tongue explore and taste—?
    ‘Everything okay?’
    Eva spun round guiltily, her cheeks flushing a fiery red as she looked across at Michael standing in the bedroom doorway, at the fully clothed man who had just been at the centre of her erotic and very naked fantasy.
    ‘Eva...?’ He quirked a questioning brow as he obviously saw that guilty blush colouring her cheeks.
    ‘Everything’s fine,’ she snapped irritably.
    He continued to look at her searchingly between narrowed lids for several long seconds before nodding abruptly. ‘I’m just going to change out of these formal clothes, and then we can decide what to do about our own lunch.’
    Eva looked at him blankly. ‘What to do about it...?’
    ‘Whether to eat in or eat out,’ he dismissed tersely. ‘How much of Paris have you seen since you arrived?’
    She grimaced. ‘The inside of the pension and the scenery on the walk to your gallery this morning.’
    Exactly what Michael had thought Eva would say. ‘Then we’ll eat out. If you would like to get together anything that the twins might need while I’m changing...?’
    She gave a slow and wary shake of her head. ‘I’m not expecting you to—to entertain me.’
    ‘I thought we had agreed to put that particular conversation on hold...?’ Michael gave a hard smile of satisfaction as he saw the becoming blush that instantly coloured those ivory cheeks.
    ‘You know I didn’t mean it in that way!’ She shot him an irritated glare.
    Of course Michael had known that. He just enjoyed seeing Eva blush. Just as he liked the