Sunny Chandler's Return Read Online Free

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    “I’ll bet you wear silk undies, too.”
    Suddenly Ty was holding nothing but air. Sunny was moving away from him, making quiet, unobtrusive apologies to the people she edged around on her way to the door. Because of his size, it was more difficult for Ty to cut and wend his way through the dancing couples. Sunny had reached the front steps of the country club’s colonial facade before he caught up with her.
    “Was it something I said?”
    She faced him like a spitting cat. “It was everything you said, everything you did. I despise that stupid, masculine superiority that you emanate like a bad odor. In fact, I wholly dislike every sexist thing about you, Mr. Beaumont. Now, leave me alone.”
    “All right, look, I’m sorry, maybe I was coming on a little too strong.”
    “A little too strong?”
    “I saw you and I wanted to take you to bed. So—”
    He was talking to her back again. He jogged down the steps to the gravel drive that was doing serious damage to Sunny’s pastel leather heels. He caught her arm; she wrested it free.
    “If you get your kicks from talking dirty, Mr. Beaumont, I suggest you go to Bourbon Street. There are girls there you can pay by the minute to listen to that garbage. But please spare me from listening to it.”
    “George gave me the impression that you’re not like the women around here.”
    “Thank heaven for that.”
    “You lead a single life in the city.”
    “Right.”
    “So I was just going straight to the heart of the matter. We’ve only got a week.”
    “Of course. Why waste time?” she said, dripping sarcasm from every syllable.
    “A sophisticated woman like you knows the score. I saw you, wanted you, I made my move. If I read you wrong, you have my sincerest apology. I wouldn’t want to offend you.”
    “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.”
    “So, do we plan a roll in the sack for later in the week or not?”
    She stared at him, momentarily speechless. But he looked like he actually expected an answer. Finally she said, “No, Mr. Beaumont, we do not.”
    He grinned disarmingly. “Sure?”
    She crossed her arms over her middle and assumed the aggravated stance and expression that had burst innumerable masculine egos. “Not unless hell freezes over, Mr. Beaumont.”
    He wasn’t the least put off. Indeed, he moved closer, so close that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. “Then you don’t play fair. You should have just come right out and told me that, Sunny,” he said in a throbbing voice, “instead of getting all warm and fluid while we were dancing.”
    Sunny stared up at him with mortification, not only because his words were so provocative, but because they were so accurate. “I...you...I didn’t get warm an... an...and fluid.”
    He peered at her from beneath a shelf of unruly dark blond brows. “You’ve already got one lie to your credit, Sunny. I wouldn’t go pushing my luck if I were you.”
    “I’m not lying!”
    His eyes slid down her middle. “Want me to prove it?”
    She spun on her heels, which wasn’t too easy to do in the loose gravel, and stormed toward her car. Ty, grinning from ear to ear, watched her get into an American sports car and drive away as though the devil were after her. In essence that was exactly who was after her, Ty thought with a lecherous grin.
    “I warned you you’d strike out,” George said, joining him under the porte cochere.
    “This is just the first inning, George. Don’t start making space above the mantel for all the fishing trophies you’re going to catch with that new rod,” Ty said confidently. “A lot can happen in a week.”
    George seemed equally confident of Ty’s failure. “A week isn’t much time.”
    In her car, Sunny was speeding down the highway. “A week!” she exclaimed. It would seem like an eternity.

Two

    She had forgotten how hot the sun could be out on the lake. Fran and she had spent hours lying on beach towels spread out on this very