Free Who Loves Them? (Who--? Series) by Taylor Storm Page B

not supposed to like her, Gordon , he reminded himself.  She’s not even your type.  He forced himself to appraise her flaws, annoyed at how difficult they were to find.  She had almost no curves, he noticed, and no breasts to speak of.  In fact, she probably didn’t even need to wear a bra under that dress…
    He felt himself getting an erection and he abruptly tossed back his second whiskey, trying desperately to change the direction of his thoughts .  In a way, he wished she were ugly.  He wished she were hideous, so he wouldn’t face the embarrassment of actually wanting to sleep with her.  He felt guilty for being attracted to her, considering in his mind he was still technically engaged to Mindy.  But she was stunning, that he could not deny.  He wouldn’t have to struggle too hard to produce a heir. 
    He sighed .  No, she’s ugly!  he told himself.  She’s ugly and you don’t want her. You want Mindy!  Mindy the model.  Mindy…
    Chris noticed his scrutiny and her face started to turn red.  She was having a hard enough time.  He was so gorgeous, those gray slacks clinging to his thighs and creased in all the right places.  The navy shirt strained a little in his upper arms, and she remembered what his chest had looked like in the open shirt on the beach.  She could just imagine pulling that tie loose and undoing those buttons, running her fingers down...
    She frowned .  Despite the fact that he was stunningly attractive, his frown made him somewhat ugly.  She knew that frown was because of her.  He despised her, she just knew it.  She was not what he expected.
    She gulped and gratefully accepted the champagne that Jacqueline offered her, sipping at it a little too eagerly .  He was making her feel like a flustered teenager, and she momentarily hated him for it.  She hated the way he made her skin heat up and tingle just by looking at her.  She saw him staring at her breasts and she instantly regretted not wearing a bra, praying her nipples wouldn’t harden under the silk.  She wrinkled her nose in distaste.  He hadn’t even smiled at her, for God’s sake.  He just stood there, staring at her with a blank face…a blank, angry face.  She dry-swallowed, wrapping her arms around her chest.  The guy made her feel a little comfortable.
    Jacqueline stood back a little bit, watching the two stare at each other like hunter and prey, and laughing inwardly to herself .  Somehow, she thought, her father and Mr. Fontenot had unwittingly matched quite a couple.  That is, if they didn’t kill each other first.  Gordon had quite a sharp tongue on him, and she didn’t think Chris was the type to take it lying down.  Well, not at first, anyway… she laughed to herself, refilling her glass of champagne.
    Chris tried desperately to think of something to say.  “How did your fiancée take the news?” She saw Gordon’s mouth tighten and she instantly regretted the question.  At the same time, she found herself staring at his mouth, and wondering what those lips would feel like on hers….
    Oh for God’s sake, Chris, get a grip!
    “She took it well,” he said coolly .  “She was disappointed, of course.  As was I.”
    “Just disappointed?” Christina ventured, her voice cracking a little.  She couldn’t seem to keep herself from asking.
    “It was not a love match,” Gordon replied.  “Just a marriage, for the convenience of having a wife.  She understood that there was nothing I could do about a contract that I had no knowledge of.  So I’ve traded one fiancée for another.” He shrugged.  “Either way, it doesn’t make much of a difference.  This is just business.  Don’t expect me to feel anything for you.” He knew he was being cruel, but he was angry and wanted to take it out on somebody. 
    Christina turned up her nose, feeling small, but knowing she couldn’t let Gordon put her down.  “I think you’re ugly and mean.  You should know that I’m not ever