Free Bound by Their Love by Nicole Flockton

on his stool, glad he wasn’t holding his drink. His body immediately surged to life. He had to stop himself from grabbing her hand and dragging her to his room. The three-quarter-length cream lace dress she wore hugged her body. Her hair was loose and curled softly over one shoulder. A tentative smiled played on her glossy red lips. He couldn’t help himself and let his gaze shift down her body, following the long length of her legs. The anticipation of seeing what sort of shoes she had on coursed through him.
    He groaned when he spied the sexy black and tan stilettos. They looked like a form of torture. Good torture. He couldn’t wait until he could get a closer look at them.
    â€˜You’re killing me here, Angel.’ He repeated the words he’d spoken to her that first afternoon.
    She laughed. The seductive tone weaving its way around him, like a vine around a tree. ‘We can’t have that now, can we?’
    Jeffrey reached out and took hold of her hands. Pulling her toward him so she stood between his legs. The stress he’d seen etched earlier on her face was now gone. She looked poised and confident and sexy as all hell.
    He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to sleep with her. Even though it was what his body was screaming at him to do. He wanted to have a meal with her. Something they hadn’t done before. He wanted to look at her over a table and get to know her. Find out everything about her.
    â€˜So what are you going to do about it?’ he asked, trailing a finger down her soft cheek. Her flowery fragrance enveloped him, reminding him of the beautiful gardens of Europe.
    Her eyes lit up as she laughed. ‘Take me to dinner and you’ll find out.’
    Jeffrey didn’t need to be told twice. Slipping off the stool, he wound an arm around her waist and pulled her close once again. ‘I think you’ll like where I’m going to take you.’
    Once they were outside the bar he stopped and turned her so she faced him. ‘I promise you, this time we will be eating a meal.’
    â€˜Really? And do you always keeps your promises?’ she said, as she stepped closer and ran her hand down his chest. Trailing her fingers across his belt buckle. His flesh stirred at her touch.
    Damn, could she read his mind?
    â€˜I guess some promises are made to be broken.’
    â€˜Just not dinner promises,’ she said cheekily.
    God, he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her right now. Right in the middle of the footpath. He didn’t care anymore. Promise to himself or not.
    He. Just. Wanted. Her.
    Jeffrey made the move to take her in his arms. To forget about the dinner reservation and take her back to his suite upstairs.
    â€˜Not so fast.’ Her laughter tinkled on the air. ‘Dinner first and then, if you’re lucky, you might be able to persuade me to have a nightcap.’
    Jeffrey wondered who this person was, standing in front of him. He’d never her seen her this happy. Had her father spoken to her after he and Luc had left? Had winning the account put her in the good mood? If it had, he didn’t blame her. When he’d completed a custom piece he always felt a sense of exhilaration and accomplishment. This time, though, when he’d completed the collection for Luc he’d had feeling of disquiet. Like he was losing a part of himself. When he’d been working on the collection he’d been connected to Greta in a way he’d never thought possible. The collection was his way of apologising to her for the way he’d acted. So when he’d finished, he’d felt he’d lost her. Knowing there was no chance of seeing her again.
    Now they’d be working together for a while. He planned to make the most of it.
    â€˜You’re thinking very hard. Is everything all right?’
    Jeffrey realised he’d been staring at her for a long time. ‘Everything’s perfect, Angel. Just