Weddings: the Brides: The Shy Bride / Bride in a Gilded Cage / The Bride's Awakening. Кейт Хьюит
The teal blue silk covered her from neck to ankle in more than adequate modesty. Her feet were bare, but she was in her own home, surely that wasn’t a crime?
She lifted her head and met his bright blue gaze, which was fixed on her with far too much intensity for this early in the morning.
“It’s not polite to stare.” Especially when the look felt so much like a physical touch. It just wasn’t right. “I haven’t even had my morning caffeine yet,” she grumbled.
He seemed less than impressed. “I have been up for two hours.”
“Good for you.” So, he’d gotten up at five-thirty? What a masochist. “Only, normal people wait to visit others, especially when they neglect to call ahead, until after eight, sometimes even nine.”
His brow quirked in that sexy way he had. “We have already established I am no average man.”
“Being extraordinary in no way gives you leave to be rude.” But she had to admit that this man would probably get away with a lot more than she would allow anyone else in her life.
And that did not bode well for the outcome of the discussion coming.
“This from the woman who hung up on me yesterday.”
“I said goodbye.”
“You refused to discuss Cole’s proposal in any way resembling a rational manner.”
“Maybe I’m not rational, but then I live alone with no personal obligation to anyone. I can insist on keeping my home as it is for no other reason than because I want to.”
“Are you going to offer me coffee?” It was a clear tactic to change the subject, but she was not fooled.
Neo wasn’t convinced. Not by a long shot. The man didn’t know what it meant to give up. His nature wouldn’t allow it.
Foreboding skittered along her nerves as she spun on her heel without a word. He could follow her to the kitchen, or not. His choice.
He followed. The sound of his confident tread behind her further emphasized her certainty that he expected to get his way.
She poured two mugs of coffee from the pot that she had set up on the timer the night before. “Cream or sugar?” she asked.
“No.”
She handed him his mug and then doctored her own with a liberal dollop of half-and-half and two teaspoons of sugar.
He was frowning at her when she looked up.
“What? I have no need to prove my masculinity by drinking black coffee.”
“That is good, since you are entirely feminine.” His frown deepened. “Do you often answer the door wearing nothing but a silky robe that clings to your every curve?”
She stared at him in shock for a full minute before gathering her thoughts enough to answer. “One, I am wearing pajamas under my robe.”
He snorted.
“I am,” she insisted. And then undid the robe that had reminded her of the beautiful blue-green depths of the ocean off Hawaii’s shores to prove it. “See?”
She’d bought the pajama-and-robe set when she’d realized she probably would never see the warm waters in person again. Who would she go with? She didn’t like traveling alone. And she was no longer traveling for her music.
His green eyes narrowed dangerously as she revealed the matching camisole and shorts she slept in. She didn’t know what that was all about, but she was on a roll and not about to stop now.
She recinched the robe and glared up at him. “Two, I don’t have enough curves to speak of to worry about such a thing.” That at least should be obvious to him. “Three, I only answered the door after looking out the window upstairs and recognizing your car in the drive.”
“News flash, Cassandra, I am a man.”
“That’s hardly a secret.” She didn’t know what was bugging him, but honestly right now, she couldn’t expend the energy or brainpower to figure it out. She was too busy trying to hide her reaction to his presence…. “The point is, I never answer the door to strangers, in my robe or otherwise.”
“Do you answer your door to your manager in your robe?”
Where were these questions coming from? “Of course not. Bob always warns me ahead of coming over and I am therefore not caught unawares before my caffeine or morning ablutions.”
“Good.”
She barely suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m glad you approve. Now drink your coffee quietly for a few minutes and let me wake up sufficiently to argue with you.”
“Are we going to argue?”
“Are you going to insist on changing my home?”
“Yes.”
At least he was honest.
She headed for the door. “As you are obviously not going to let me drink my coffee in peace. I’m going upstairs to shower and change. I will be back down when I feel more able to deal with you.”
“Get there fast. We leave for my office in less than thirty minutes.”
“You can leave whenever you like, but I have no intention of rushing my shower, or any other part of my morning regimen.”
“I am not sitting down here and cooling my jets for three hours while you make yourself presentable.”
“Do the women in your life really take that long to get ready in the morning?” No wonder the man got a little cranky. She’d be annoyed by that kind of time-wasting, too.
“Are you saying you do not?”
“I own exactly two types of makeup, mascara and tinted lip balms, what do you think?” She liked stylish clothing, but it didn’t take any longer to put on than jeans and a T-shirt. And if she was in a hurry, she pulled her hair back in a French plait, even if it was still wet.
“I think you now have five minutes less than you did to get ready.”
“I’m not going to your office, Neo.” That was so not going to happen.
“The installers will be here at eight-thirty. You can stay and supervise them, or you can come with me.”
She stomped up to where he leaned negligently against her countertop and poked him in the chest, looking way too edible for a man she wanted to strangle. Only figuratively speaking, of course … mostly.
“Contractors are not tearing my house apart, Neo. It is not going to happen. If one of them so much as tries to trim the lilac bushes, I will call the police.” And then her manager and fire him for getting her into this mess.
After he came over and got rid of the strangers from her home. She was never giving piano lessons away to the charity auction again.
She might have muttered that under her breath because Neo gave her an amused, if increasingly exasperated, look.
“We are going to discuss this rationally.” Neo caught her hand with his, sending the rational thought he was so sure she wasn’t capable of right out the window. “After.”
“After what?”
“After you shower and dress.” He should be angry. She was.
But he looked perfectly calm, even somewhat tolerant, and more than a little amused.
She should be berating him for his assumption, but her throat had gone dry and her mouth didn’t want to form words. It wanted kisses. His kisses. The thought caught her up short. What was the matter with her?
Asking herself didn’t miraculously present her with answers or renew her fading grasp on reality. She really wanted to be kissed by him and that was so astonishing,