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Author: Penny Jordan
to regain her equilibrium and self-control, but those perma frost eyes were trapping her in an invisible web of subtle power.
His gaze made her feel dizzy, disorientated, helplessly enmeshed in sensations and emotions that terrified her into fierce, self-protective and angry hostility. And yet at the same time beneath all those feelings lay another, stronger, and darker one too. A rush of instinctive awareness of her vulnerability towards him as a man who, at the deepest most intense level of herself, she was responsive to.
She could feel her body quickening like mercury just because he was there, her every single sense reacting not just to the sight of him but to everything else as well, including his scent, male, potent and dangerous, prickling her sensitive nose, making her want to both breathe in the essence of him and yet at the same time close herself off from it and from him. Instinctively Sadie tensed against what she was experiencing, her eyes liquid gold with the intensity of her feelings.
She gave a small inward shudder.
âI warned you, didnât I, Leon, that my cousin doesnât exactly present a businesslike image?â Sadie could hear Raoul saying.
Leon? Leoneadis Stapinopolous? The Greek Destroyer? Silver spears of hostility and wariness glinted in the gold of Sadieâs gaze as she stared at him.
âMiss Roberts.â A brief inclination of his head, anOlympian acknowledgement of her presence which matched the unimpressed Australian scorch of his voice.
âOkay, Sadie, now that youâre here letâs get down to business. Leon doesnât have much time,â Raoul breezed on.
So he had no time and too much money. It was a dangerously volatile combinationâmuch like the man himself, Sadie reflected inwardly. He hadnât, she noticed, made any attempt to shake hands with her, for which she was mightily thankful, as the last thing she wanted or needed right now was any kind of physical contact with him.
He had made no indication of having recognised her from the trade fair. Perhaps he had not done so. Maybe, unlike her, he had not suffered that feral surge of instant recognition. Maybe? There was no maybe about it! He was a man who was armoured against any kind of emotional vulnerability!
As Raoul started to talk expansively about the benefits which would accrue to them all on Leonâs acquisition of Francine Sadie had to force herself to focus on what he was saying. Deliberately she started to turn away from Leon to face her cousin, hoping that by doing so she could lessen the almost mesmerising effect Leonâs presence was having on her.
She spun round on her heel and a flurry of dust motes danced around her. Out of the corner of her eye she just caught the swift movement Leon made as he stepped towards her, his fingers curling round her upper arm, shackling her. She could feel the pulse throbbing at the base of her throat, driven by the acute intensity of the sensations bombarding herâthe cool, steely grip of his hand on her arm, the sleek suppleness of his fingers, hard and strong, the dry, controlled warmth of his flesh, the steadiness of the surge of his blood in his veins as her own pounding heartbeat went wild.
Instinctively Sadieâs head snapped round. Her eyes were on a level with his throat. A drenching surge of hot female awareness roared over her, swamping her. She wasnât used to feeling like this, reacting like this, wanting like this, she acknowledged shakily.
Wantingâ¦How could she want him? He was a stranger, her enemy, representative of everything she disliked and despised.
He was leaning towards her, his cold gaze releasing her as his eyelids came down, shuttering his eyes away from her as his head slanted towards her throat.
It was impossible for her to stop the fierce tremor that raced through her as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin
âWell, at least the scent you are wearing today is a great
His gaze made her feel dizzy, disorientated, helplessly enmeshed in sensations and emotions that terrified her into fierce, self-protective and angry hostility. And yet at the same time beneath all those feelings lay another, stronger, and darker one too. A rush of instinctive awareness of her vulnerability towards him as a man who, at the deepest most intense level of herself, she was responsive to.
She could feel her body quickening like mercury just because he was there, her every single sense reacting not just to the sight of him but to everything else as well, including his scent, male, potent and dangerous, prickling her sensitive nose, making her want to both breathe in the essence of him and yet at the same time close herself off from it and from him. Instinctively Sadie tensed against what she was experiencing, her eyes liquid gold with the intensity of her feelings.
She gave a small inward shudder.
âI warned you, didnât I, Leon, that my cousin doesnât exactly present a businesslike image?â Sadie could hear Raoul saying.
Leon? Leoneadis Stapinopolous? The Greek Destroyer? Silver spears of hostility and wariness glinted in the gold of Sadieâs gaze as she stared at him.
âMiss Roberts.â A brief inclination of his head, anOlympian acknowledgement of her presence which matched the unimpressed Australian scorch of his voice.
âOkay, Sadie, now that youâre here letâs get down to business. Leon doesnât have much time,â Raoul breezed on.
So he had no time and too much money. It was a dangerously volatile combinationâmuch like the man himself, Sadie reflected inwardly. He hadnât, she noticed, made any attempt to shake hands with her, for which she was mightily thankful, as the last thing she wanted or needed right now was any kind of physical contact with him.
He had made no indication of having recognised her from the trade fair. Perhaps he had not done so. Maybe, unlike her, he had not suffered that feral surge of instant recognition. Maybe? There was no maybe about it! He was a man who was armoured against any kind of emotional vulnerability!
As Raoul started to talk expansively about the benefits which would accrue to them all on Leonâs acquisition of Francine Sadie had to force herself to focus on what he was saying. Deliberately she started to turn away from Leon to face her cousin, hoping that by doing so she could lessen the almost mesmerising effect Leonâs presence was having on her.
She spun round on her heel and a flurry of dust motes danced around her. Out of the corner of her eye she just caught the swift movement Leon made as he stepped towards her, his fingers curling round her upper arm, shackling her. She could feel the pulse throbbing at the base of her throat, driven by the acute intensity of the sensations bombarding herâthe cool, steely grip of his hand on her arm, the sleek suppleness of his fingers, hard and strong, the dry, controlled warmth of his flesh, the steadiness of the surge of his blood in his veins as her own pounding heartbeat went wild.
Instinctively Sadieâs head snapped round. Her eyes were on a level with his throat. A drenching surge of hot female awareness roared over her, swamping her. She wasnât used to feeling like this, reacting like this, wanting like this, she acknowledged shakily.
Wantingâ¦How could she want him? He was a stranger, her enemy, representative of everything she disliked and despised.
He was leaning towards her, his cold gaze releasing her as his eyelids came down, shuttering his eyes away from her as his head slanted towards her throat.
It was impossible for her to stop the fierce tremor that raced through her as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin
âWell, at least the scent you are wearing today is a great
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