Free At His Convenience Bundle by Penny Jordan, Maggie Cox, Kim Lawrence

unique shade of gold as her hair? And when he lifted her out of the water and laid her down, so that he could caress the taut peaks of her breasts with his fingers, before he touched her more intimately, would those curls cling lovingly to his fingers as he parted the folded lips of her sex?
    Furious with himself, Luke turned away from Suzy to stop her from seeing the effect his thoughts were having on him. His erection was straining against his clothes and throbbing almost painfully. The physical rebelliousness of his body was a hazard he had not accounted for, never having had to deal with it before, and mentally Luke cursed that unexpected kiss Suzy had given him the first time they had met.
    Then she had caught him off guard, and somehow superimposed on his body and his arousal mechanism an imprinted response to her which right now he seemed powerless to destroy!
    â€˜The shower is over there,’ he told Suzy curtly, breaking off as they both heard a discreet knock on the outside door to the suite. ‘That will be your stuff.’
    Glad of a reason to escape from the overwhelming sensuality of the bathroom, Suzy hurried back into the suite, Luke at her heels. A young Italian was standing beside the door with Suzy’s case. As Suzy thanked him he gave her an intense and admiring look.
    â€˜I’ll take that,’ Luke announced tersely, somehow managing to insert himself between Suzy and the young man as he dismissed him. ‘You’ve got half an hour before dinner,’ he told Suzy as he closed the door, shutting her inside the suite, on her own with him. ‘I’ve only used part of the wardrobe, so you’ll have plenty of space for your stuff.’
    Her stuff? It was just as well that the exclusivity of her hotel meant that she had brought a couple of outfits with her more formal than she would normally have packed for a holiday, Suzy acknowledged.
    â€˜You can use the shower first if you like.’
    â€˜Yes, thanks—I will,’ she told him woodenly, unzipping her case and trying to be discreet as she extracted clean underwear. But it was next to impossible when Luke was standing right next to her.
    â€˜If you need anything pressing now’s the time to say,’ he told her, ignoring her discomfort.
    â€˜Well, what kind of thing should I wear? I mean, how formal…?’ she began uncertainly. Something told her that Sir Peter Verey was not someone who sat down to dinner wearing a pair of jeans!
    â€˜Will these be okay?’ she asked reluctantly, removing a pair of linen trousers from her case. She hated to have to ask him for anything, even a small piece of advice, but she knew that she had no choice.
    â€˜They won’t need pressing,’ she told him, and he nodded his head.
    Quickly hanging them up, she found her toilet bag and headed for the bathroom. As she did so she thought she heard Luke call something after her, but she refused to turn back to find out what it was. Another criticism of her, no doubt, she decided, and she closed the bathroom door with a satisfying bang.
    Fortunately the shower was modern and plain, and no way in danger of inclining her toward wanton thoughts concerning her jailer!
    Determinedly Suzy pushed away her dangerous fantasies and turned on the shower, carefully adjusting the heat and letting the water run for a few seconds before testing it to make sure the temperature was right.
    Quickly stripping off her clothes, she stepped into it, enjoying the warm cascade of water over her skin. The warmth of the water was just perfect.
    â€˜Aaagrh!’ Suzy screamed as suddenly icy cold water pelted her unprepared skin. Frozen, she reached for the towel she had hung over the shower door, but felt it slip from her grasp. It only took her seconds to escape from the shower’s icy blast, but by the time she had she was shivering with cold and shock.
    â€˜I tried to warn you about the water but you didn’t bother to