Free Love me if you dare by Sabel Simmons Page A

wheel around you
are sadly mistaken, Nicolas Forrester!  I am leaving!”
    “Liza,
don’t be so hasty. Let me explain.”
    “Forget
it Nicolas.  She grabbed her bag and stormed around the table nearly knocking
Samantha over in her haste. She slammed the door so hard behind her, Samantha
flinched.
    “Phew
… I sincerely hope not all your lady friends are so bad tempered.”
    “You
haven’t seen the beginning of bad temper, woman.”  Nicolas growled at her and
she wisely decided to stop taunting him.
    She
took a deep calming breath and glanced at the buffet behind her, forcing her
emotions under control.  She refused to allow his stare to upset her.  She
opted to ignore it and turned to humor.
    “Something
smells wonderful.  Now I understand why you are so eager to rush home at
night.” 
    Still
not looking at him she dropped her handbag and laptop bag on one of the chairs
and turned to the buffet to dish up.  Glancing at the still motionless man over
her shoulder, she said with a small smile, “Please you don’t have to entertain
me.   Hmmm … this sauce smells divine!”
    “Seeing
as you got rid of my … entertainment so eloquently, I think I’ll stick around,
thank you. Would you like some wine?” 
    The
question rasped roughly from his throat.  He clearly did not appreciate her
ignoring him or not reacting the way he expected her to and she hid a small
smile.
    “That
would be lovely, thank you.”  She turned and took a place on his left side,
glad she remembered to bring utensils with from the buffet. 
    “Is
white fine?”
    “Yes,
but only a small glass please.”   He placed the glass in front of her and
leaned down to place a whisper of a kiss on her cheek.
    “Welcome
home … it is about time!”
    She
froze and forced her traitorous body to calm down, the tingling on her cheek a
continued reminder of the soft and fleeting caress of his warm lips.  She took
a deep breath and met his eyes when he settled back in his chair.
    “As
long as you remember it is the house we share … nothing more!”
    His
eyes blazed molten fire at her, slid down to hesitate on her full lips before
he caught her gaze again, a sensual smile on his lips.
    “Oh,
I will remember, darling … the question is, will you?”  Her eyes flashed
angrily at him.
    “What
do you mean?”
    “We
both know how you react to my kisses … and there is still the promise I made to
you …”
    “I
am warning you, Nicolas, if you do …”
    He
smirked at her.  “Besides you will have to bear the consequence of your
actions.  You got rid of Liza … you will have to stand in for her.”  She gaped
at him and his smiled broadened, “Eat Samantha, your food is getting cold.”
    She
shut her mouth with a huff and attacked her food with vigor, ignoring his soft
chuckle mumbling to herself, “Not that you seemed at all upset about her
leaving.”
    He
of course heard her and laughed.  “No, I am not, but she would have scratched
the itc …”
    “Nicolas
Forrester!”  He burst out laughing and changed the topic, a smile playing
around his lips the whole time.
    Later,
after what turned out to be a pleasant dinner, Nicolas unloaded Samantha’s
luggage from her snazzy SUV, grumbling as he lugged yet two more suitcases up
the stairs to her room, which he had decided was to be the one next to his with
an interconnecting door.
    “Heaven
alone knows what females need this many clothes for!”
    Samantha
giggled.  “Stop complaining Nicolas, this is all my stuff; at least the ones
that did not come with the boxes. And it is your due … you are the one that
forced me to move back here.”
    “You
could have brought one or two suitcases worth of clothes and bought new ones
here.”  Her eyes flared indignantly at that.
    “What! 
Do you have any idea how many Gucci, Calvin Klein, Chanel, Christiaan Dior,
Armani, Galiano, Vercase, Stella McCartney’s are in those suitcases?  And even
more designers’ items that are not even