Untamed Bachelors: When He Was Bad... / Interview with a Playboy / The Shameless Life of Ruiz Acosta. Kathryn Ross
Untamed Bachelors: When He Was Bad... / Interview with a Playboy / The Shameless Life of Ruiz Acosta
is crazy. I’m not ill. I have a cold, that’s all.’
He gave her a disbelieving look. ‘Keys?’
She thought about refusing to tell him, but she doubted it would make any difference, and being locked out wasn’t a sensible idea either because she was coming back tonight if she had to walk it. ‘On the hook by the door.’
Grabbing them on the way, he stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind him. The click echoed in the dimness. He started down the stairs and she had no choice but to hang on and let him do his macho-hero thing.
His car was parked right out front. She flopped down in the seat with a scowl, but couldn’t help sighing at the sun’s warmth through the windscreen.
Sniffing, she turned her head away so she wouldn’t have to look at him when he climbed in and set the car in motion. Lucky for her, she wasn’t looking for a man in her life. And even if she was, it was lucky Matt McGregor was far too domineering.
Because it meant she could relegate him to the back of her mind and only deal with him when it was absolutely necessary. Like now, unfortunately.
She watched the streetscape change from concrete and retail to the upscale mansions behind hedges and greenery as they neared Belle’s place.
She frowned. So why did her insides still insist on turning themselves about when she thought of him? And how could she help thinking about him when she couldn’t seem to avoid him? Like this morning. How many darn times had he felt that manly need to come to her assistance?
She didn’t need him or his help.
Her inconvenient sneeze prompted a tissue to appear in front of her face. She took it with a scowl and a muttered, ‘Thanks.’ She was not going to be that weak, needy, ditzy woman he seemed to think she was.
‘Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, Ellie.’
She swiped her nose, then stared at him. Did the man read her thoughts now? ‘I didn’t ask.’
His face was in profile; his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. ‘Because you misplaced my business card and didn’t know how to contact me?’
‘Because I…’ She let her head fall back and rolled her eyes up to the car’s interior light. ‘I have Belle’s home number. If I’d needed to, I could’ve contacted you.’
‘And if I’d left earlier for the office, as I’d intended?’
‘Why didn’t you leave earlier—and why are we having this conversation?’
The moment the car came to a halt near the front porch, she swung the door open. Her dressing gown flapped around her ankles in the wind as she walked up the path. How she must look—bed hair and flannel pyjamas and handbag. Yesterday’s make-up. Rudolph’s red nose and it wasn’t even Christmas. She pressed her lips together. She hadn’t even cleaned her teeth this morning.
He unlocked the door and ushered her inside. ‘Go on up. Belle always leaves the bed made in case of unexpected visitors,’ he told her, handing her the supermarket bag. ‘I’ll bring you a cup of lemon tea before I leave.’
She stared at him. Did he not know when to stop? And yet…someone doing something nice for her, looking after her, warmed her insides like Gran’s bread-and-butter pudding.
His brow rose. ‘Unless you want me to carry you again?’
She shook her head and walked towards the staircase.
Ten minutes later Matt appeared with the promised tray of lemon tea, one of Belle’s delicate dishes arranged with sticks of carrot, cheese, olives and celery and an unopened packet of her favourite chocolate biscuits. He set it on the little doily-covered table beside the bed. ‘Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Get some sleep. I’ll be back by teatime.’
‘Thanks. I…appreciate it.’
He reached for her hand and for a furious pulse-beat she thought he was going to bring it to his lips, but he pulled out a pen and wrote a string of numbers on the inside of her wrist.
‘If you need me,’ he told her.
And just like that her whole body melted at the subconscious message those words conveyed. She closed her eyes. ‘I’ll be all right.’
When Ellie woke, her stuffy head had cleared somewhat and her throat was a little better, courtesy of the cold-and-flu medication Matt had included on the tray.
Early-winter gloom had plunged the room into semidarkness, but rather than the dank chill of her apartment, the afternoon sunshine’s warmth still lingered in the room, the fragrance of fresh linen filled the air.
And for a moment she was a little girl again, in her own bedroom with the fairyland wallpaper and chintz curtains. A time when she’d been too young to understand the meaning of loss, or to appreciate the value of family.
Snuggling deeper into the lavender-scented sheets, she indulged in those long-forgotten memories of safety and warmth, love. All the more precious because once upon a time this home had belonged to her grandfather’s family.
As she shifted position, she caught sight of Matt’s mobile number on her wrist. Heat flooded through her when she remembered the feel of his hand brushing her arm as he’d penned the numbers.
And another thought occurred to her. Was it only the history of the house or was Matt also partially responsible for bringing all these feelings to the surface?
She’d seen a different side to him over the past couple of days. He might be hot, but whether she wanted to admit it or not, there was a comfortable warmth there too. A warmth that had nothing to do with sexuality and everything to do with the kind of man he was. The kind that made you want to cuddle right up and share…what? Your deepest secrets? Hopes and fears?
How could she reconcile that with the sexy Matt who made her want to cuddle up and share a whole lot more than confidences?
Matt was also a take-charge kind of guy. How would that translate in the bedroom? she wondered, her mind straying into forbidden territory. Would he expect to make all the moves? Or did he like to lie back sometimes and let a woman do the work? Her body tingled, grew languid at the new and dangerous direction her thoughts had taken.
Until she remembered that he’d had a date last night. The feeling seeped out of her, leaving a cold empty space in the pit of her stomach. Probably someone like Yasmine from the office. Tall, career-oriented, killer body, long smooth straight hair. Unlike her own flyaway frizz that hadn’t seen a pair of straighteners in the past forty-eight hours.
She needed to ignore that warm cosy feeling that kept creeping up on her whenever she thought of Matt’s caring side. She needed to ignore those hot forbidden fantasies that sprang to life whenever he looked at her.
He wasn’t in Melbourne for long, she reminded herself. She only had to survive a few more days, and in the meantime she’d give him no reason to think she was interested in pursuing what they’d started any further.
So it wouldn’t be a problem when he left.
And she’d go back to her life the way she preferred it. No-one with promises they didn’t keep, no unrealistic expectations, no broken heart.
Alone.
Safe.
The house was in darkness when Matt let himself in around 6:00 p.m. He headed straight for the guest room, a strange anticipation twirling through him like streamers at Sydney’s Mardi Gras parade.
A glimmer of light slanted across the hallway. Her door remained partially open as he’d left it. The lamp on the night stand, dimmed to its lowest setting, cast subtle shadows over Ellie. He’d intended asking her what she fancied eating but quickly decided she needed sleep more than sustenance.
Her hair formed a curly halo around her face; long lashes rested on porcelain