Free Living the Charade by Michelle Conder Page B

doorway. ‘This arrangement does not extend to sex, and even if it did you would be the last man I would choose to sleep with.’
    He looked at her as if he could see right through her. ‘So you keep saying.’
    His intense eyes never left hers and Miller found it hard to swallow. He looked irresistible and dangerous with his untidy dark hair and overnight stubble. By contrast she was sure she looked a fright, and all of sudden it seemed imperative that she get away from him. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so vulnerable.
    She shook her head. ‘You’re too used to getting your own way. That’s your problem.’
    Valentino threw back the covers and stood up. He was only wearing low-riding hipster briefs and Miller quickly averted her eyes. She felt irrationally angry when he laughed. He stalked towards her and Miller deliberately held his gaze, refusing to let him see how affected she was by his potent masculinity.
    He shook his head. ‘Lady, you are one overwound broad. Yes, my hand was on your breast—but that little moan you exhaled before your uptight brain kicked into gear let me know that you liked it. More than liked it.’
    ‘Well, my uptight little brain rules my body, and what you felt back there was just a physiological reaction.’ Miller felt irrationally stung by his assessment, even though she had insulted him first. She couldn’t help it; he just made her feel so...so... emotional !
    ‘You’re telling me you’d get turned on if you woke up with TJ’s hand on your breast?’
    Miller clamped her lips together. That was a no-win question and they both knew it. ‘There’s no way to answer that without stroking your mountainous ego, so I won’t bother.’
    ‘You just did.’
    Oh! Miller swivelled and slammed the bathroom door in his laughing face. He was so arrogant and so full of himself.
    Impossible. The most impossible and most gorgeous man she had ever come across.
    She leant back against the door and sighed. No wonder he had women lining up outside his hotel rooms to get a glimpse of him. The man was sex on legs and he knew it.
    Miller made a frustrated noise through her teeth and her breasts tingled with remembered pleasure as she pulled on her shorts, sports bra and top. A strenuous run would help her forget this morning before her meeting with Dexter and TJ.
    Taking a fortifying breath, she decided to ignore Valentino—but that plan instantly unravelled when she opened the bathroom door and noticed him sitting on the side of the bed, tying his shoelaces and dressed as she was.
    ‘Please tell me you’re not going for a run?’
    Valentino looked up. ‘Is there a law against it?’
    His eyes immediately dropped to her bare legs and Miller felt slightly uncoordinated as she continued across the room to the closet.
    She wanted to say yes, but he would no doubt think she was being uptight again—and anyway it was petty. The man was doing her a favour by being here—albeit a reluctant one—and who was she to tell him he couldn’t go for a run? She might dislike the tumultuous feelings he incited in her just from looking at him, but she was going to have to get used to it if she was going to survive the next twenty-four hours with any degree of dignity. She had already decided she wasn’t going to be his weekend plaything, so how hard could it be?
    ‘Of course not,’ she said, knowing full well he was a hundred times fitter than she was and would never suggest they run together.
    ‘You run often?’ he asked.
    Miller glanced his way, noting his conciliatory tone. ‘A couple of times a week. You?’ she added, deciding to accept his olive branch.
    ‘Every morning except Sunday.’
    She didn’t want to ask what he did on Sunday mornings. She was afraid her hormones would want her to do more than just visualise it.
    He tilted his head, that devilish smile playing around his lips. ‘I get time off for good behaviour.’
    The incongruity of that statement brought an instant grin to her