Free When the Devil Drives by Sara Craven

'You had bags under your eyes you could have
    brought coal home in,' he added kindly.
    'Thank you,' said Joanna, quivering with temper. 'I suppose it never
    occurred to you that I've been under a. certain amount of stress
    lately?'
    'I'm sure you're just as capable of working yourself into a frenzy over
    nothing as any other woman,' he said, shrugging bare brown
    shoulders.
    Joanna bit her lip hard, refusing to take the bait. 'I still need to know
    what happened,' she said stubbornly. 'After you put me to sleep, did
    you...?' She paused, at a loss how to phrase the enquiry.
    Cal's brows lifted. 'For a married woman, Joanna, you can be
    incredibly naive,' he said, with an edge to his voice. 'If I'd made love
    to you last night, don't you think your body might have known about
    it this morning?'
    Her flush deepened. 'I—suppose so,' she admitted sullenly.
    'And I'm bloody sure of it,' he said grimly.
    'Yet that's what you brought me here for.'
    'I invited you for dinner, which you ate, and breakfast, which is on its
    way up—the Continental variety. I don't like heavy meals at the start
    of the day.'
    'But you let me think...'
    'The worst,' he supplied affably. 'Of course I did, Joanna. I enjoyed
    having you on the hook. Seeing that celebrated cool of yours melt
    round the edges. And all for nothing. I never had any intention of
    touching you last night.'
    She said unevenly, 'You utter bastard!'
    'Don't call me names, beauty,' he said gently, 'or I might think of one
    or two for you.'
    'You can think up a whole dictionary, as far as I'm concerned,' she
    said curtly. 'I'm leaving here now, and you can find someone else to
    torment with your sick games.'
    'You're going nowhere,' he said. 'Except into the next room, while I
    dress, to wait nicely for your breakfast like a good girl.'
    'Don't treat me like a child!'
    'Then stop behaving like one. You know as well as I do that walking
    out of here isn't part of the deal at all.'
    'You intend to go on with this—obscene farce?'
    'If that's how you wish to regard it—yes. It's what you agreed to, after
    all.'
    'I didn't really think that you were serious—that you meant to go
    through with it.'
    'Don't lie to me, Joanna, not now or ever. You've always known
    exactly my intentions where you're concerned. Your only error was to
    presume I was going to rush you into bed immediately, and I admit I
    misled you a little.'
    She didn't look at him. 'Why—didn't you—last night?'
    'Because you were tense, hostile and emotionally exhausted,' he said
    calmly. 'You were also unconscious. I prefer to wait a little longer,
    and hope for better things.' He walked across to her and put a finger
    under her chin, tilting her face up towards him. His voice was very
    quiet. 'I have a fantasy, Joanna, which I've been nursing for a long
    time. You, in my arms, warm, relaxed, and quite definitely wanting
    me as much as I want you.'
    She,drew a sharp, uneven breath. 'Then you'll wait forever!'
    He shook his head, holding her gaze with his. 'I don't think so. I
    haven't that much patience. And I suspect, you haven't either, beauty.
    You're curious already—asking questions, and that's good. And, if
    you're honest, it's been inevitable since the first time we saw each
    other.'
    'No.'
    'Oh, yes,' he said gently. 'In spite of everything that's happened in the
    past—the antagonism, the bitterness—whenever you and I have been
    together, it's always been the same. I'm looking at you. You're
    looking at me. Don't pretend you haven't been aware of it.'
    'Your—arrogance is quite incredible.'
    'Not arrogance,' he said. 'Certainty. The knowledge of who I am and
    where I'm going. The intangible thing my grandfather fought for.'
    'Well, don't be too sure of yourself,' she bit back at him. 'I expect
    you've heard the old saying, "From clogs to clogs in three
    generations."'
    He laughed, releasing her chin. 'Is that what you hope for me—ruin?
    It won't happen, Joanna. I'll see to that. We Blackstones have