by Julia James
And the terrible heaviness crushed at her. She would have to leave here. One day, coming closer day by day, when Leo was bored with her, when he’d decided she’d made reparation enough, when some business crisis cropped up, needing his attention in New York, or Geneva, or London, then he would simply go.
And she would be bundled onto a plane and disposed of.
She would never see him again.
Never.
The word clanged in her head like a stone.
A bitter mockery filled her. Dear God. Once, brief days ago, if someone had said she would never see Leo Makarios again she’d have felt a relief so profound it would have lifted her off the ground.
Now—now it tolled like a funeral bell. Filling her with dread.
And there was an ache in her body that she could not extinguish.
An anguish.
An anguish that filled her being.
She stared out over the silver sand, the azure waters. Paradise on earth.
But, for her, the worst place in the world.
A place of unimaginable, exquisite torment.
Leo limped, bad tempered, out onto the terrace, and looked down across to the pool deck. Anna was swimming up and down with her graceful stroke. He watched her a while. It was strange seeing her during the daytime. Deliberately, he never let himself think about her when he was away from the villa. He just put her out of his mind, focusing instead on things like making a fast tack in the cat, or doing some tricky freestyle move on his board. He glowered. The damn loop he’d been working on yesterday had caught him out—and down he’d gone into the water, foot still caught in the footstrap. The result was a badly wrenched ankle. At least it wasn’t a break or a sprain—the doctor had confirmed it just now. But he’d also stipulated resting his foot. No more watersports for a few days.
So what the hell was he going to do all day now? He’d deliberately kept his work to a minimum—an hour morning and evening, communicating remotely with his direct reports and a handful of key people, was all he allowed himself. He didn’t want to get sucked back in.
He stood, watching Anna swim up and down. Well, he could swim too—just about. Moodily, he headed down, tossing his dark glasses on a chair. He limped to the deep end and dived in.
He powered down the length, making his turn with one foot only, pushing off, and powering down to the deep end. Over and over—ten, twenty, thirty, forty lengths. Working off something he needed to work off.
As he finally touched the wall at the end of his fortieth length and stood up, shaking the water from his hair, he saw Anna was still in the pool, doggedly breaststroking up and down her side, taking no notice of him as usual.
A familiar stab of irritation went through Leo. The damn girl totally ignored his existence whenever she could. She answered him tersely, her reluctance visible, whenever he tried to talk to her. He’d got to the point where he damned her as much as she was clearly damming him. Hell, he hadn’t brought her here for conversation, but for sex—and that she definitely didn’t stint him.
Leo stood in the water, leaning back against the stone surround, crooked arms resting on the tiles around the pool. He felt his mood improve. No, Anna Delane certainly didn’t stint him on the sex front.
In bed now she definitely, definitely purred.
A slow smile parted his lips. He’d achieved what he’d intended—to have Anna Delane panting for him, hungry for him. No more virtuous outrage when he dared to lay a caressing hand on her. No, now she trembled with her need for him the moment he touched her. He only had to look at her and see the desire flare in her eyes, the hunger…
A sense of satisfaction went through him. Anna Delane purred for him in bed—and now, since he could not go out on the sea, he would amuse himself getting her to purr for him out of bed. It would, he decided, be a personal challenge.
He’d take her shopping. The island had some upmarket designer outlets, and shopping always put women in a good mood. Especially when some man was picking up the tab.
Besides, a woman like Anna Delane was used to the fast life—sophisticated cities and endless parties. Being deprived of them was probably contributing to her sulkiness.
An idea came to him. He’d take her shopping today, and then tomorrow he’d start socialising with her. There was a whole bunch of people on the island—from useful local business and government contacts to wealthy European ex-pats, either living or wintering here—who would always welcome him as a guest. He’d put in a few calls—let people know he was here.
I’ll show Anna off to them…
The thought came from nowhere and stopped him in his tracks.
A frown creased his brow. Show Anna Delane off to his friends? Show off a thief? A woman who was earning her freedom from jail in his bed?
No, she wasn’t a woman to show off. She was a woman to keep secret, private. Hidden for his own pleasure.
As if he were ashamed of her…
Of himself…
Something stabbed through him. It did not feel comfortable.
Leo shook it away. He did not like to feel uncomfortable about himself.
With a rasp of irritation he levered himself out of the pool. His damaged ankle told him he’d probably swum too vigorously, so a day taking it easy was definitely a good idea. He limped to the other side of the pool and waited until Anna had finished her length.
To his annoyance, even though he was crouched down just where her length ended, clearly intending to speak to her, she still didn’t register his presence. She was all set to do a breast-stroke turn. His hand shot out, closing around her forearm as she seized the end of the pool with both hands, ready to plunge round.
She stopped abruptly.
‘I haven’t finished my lengths,’ she told him coldly.
‘You’ve done enough,’ he told her. ‘Up you come.’
His hand closed over her other forearm. Pinioned, Anna glowered at him, then let him pull her out of the pool in a strong, lithe movement. She stood, water dripping off her, hair slicked back in a high ponytail.
‘Yes?’ she said, just as coldly.
‘Get dried and changed,’ he told her, limping across to where her towel was draped on another pool chair and helping himself to it. ‘We’re going out.’
‘What?’
He looked at her, dripping and stiff-bodied, as he patted his chest with her towel.
‘I said, we’re going out.’
‘I don’t want to go out,’ she riposted instantly.
Her attitude annoyed him—as it always did.
‘But I do,’ he replied. ‘And I want you to come with me.’
She just went on staring at him.
‘What for? ‘
‘Indulge me,’ he returned sardonically.
A slight flush of colour flared over her cheekbones. Then her face tightened.
‘I thought I only had to do that in bed!’ she snapped.
Something equivalent snapped in Leo. Hell, the girl was hard work. And right now he was in no mood to put up with it.
‘Thee mou, I simply want to go out for the day. What’s the big deal? Lighten up, Anna—you might even enjoy it. After all…’ his voice changed, and the sardonic note was back in it, taunting her ‘…you’ve come round to enjoying the rest of what I give you, haven’t you.’
This time the colour definitely flared out across her cheekbones. For a moment Leo mistook it for embarrassment. Then he realised it must just be temper. Well, Anna Delane could be as cussed as she liked—and, Christos, did she like!—but he wanted to go out, and he wanted her to come with him. And what he wanted, he got.
He always did.
He limped off, and Anna watched him go, glowering.
What the hell was going on? she fumed. She didn’t want to go anywhere with Leo Makarios. And why was he wanting to take her anywhere anyway? Why wasn’t he going off in one of his boats or whatever? She watched him head across the terrace. Was he limping? Yes, he was. Quite badly.
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bsp; A sudden pang darted through her. For a moment—quite insanely—she wanted to go after him and express concern. Ask him what he’d done to his foot.
She crushed it down. Leo Makarios could go under a train for all she cared…
Liar…
Emotion twisted in her. She tried to crush that down too, but it would not be banished. Despairingly she shut her eyes.
I can’t face a day out with him—I just can’t!
It was taking all her strength to cope with the nights, to cope with the terrible, treacherous reaction of her body to his touch. She could cope only because she kept the night to the night, and at all other times either minimised her time in his company or shut him out as much as she could.
But now she was going to have to spend a whole day in his company.
Heaviness pressed on her.
She opened her eyes again. Leo had disappeared inside the house.
With a weariness of spirit she did not want to think about, she followed him.
Anna stared about her. Not only did it make it easier to ignore the man driving the four-by-four careering along the potted road, but it was interesting to see something more of the island than the Makarios villa—exquisite though that was.
From the air-conditioned interior the rolling landscape looked lush, covered in wild greenery. Little villages were dotted about, the West Indian chattel-style board houses surrounded by banana trees and their verandas over-tumbled with crimson bougainvillaea. Roadside stalls every now and then sold fresh fruit, both to islanders and to tourists stopping off in their hire cars to taste fresh pineapple and coconut.
She didn’t ask where they were going—what was the point? She would find out when they got there. But when they did, Anna was surprised. It was the capital of the island, and Leo made his way, weaving along a grid of streets, to end up by the harbour. He parked the car and nodded at Anna.
‘Time to go shopping,’ he announced.
He waited for her expression to brighten at the treat ahead, but she simply kept the same blank expression on her face that she always kept for him. Pressing his mouth tightly, he got out, and waited while she did likewise.
The mid-morning heat hit her, and she instantly felt the inappropriateness of the tight-fitting stretch clothes she was wearing. Had he really said shopping? Well, thank heavens for that, at least. At last she could buy some beachwear.
So it was with more enthusiasm than Leo usually saw in her outside the bedroom that she followed him into the smartest-looking tax-free designer wear shop. Swiftly and methodically she sifted along the rails and took her selection to the cash desk.
Leo was there before her.
‘So at last you’ve seen sense enough to wear something suitable for the beach,’ he said pointedly, indicating her armful of brightly coloured clothes.
She stared at him tightly.
‘Strangely,’ she informed him acidly, ‘I wasn’t planning a trip to the Caribbean when I packed for Austria. Of course I didn’t have any suitable daywear for the beach!’
Leo frowned. ‘You mean you’ve been wearing those idiotic outfits because it was all you had? Good grief, why didn’t you just tell me? I could have taken you shopping the day you arrived!’ He spoke as if she were stupid.
Anna said nothing, merely smiled at the saleslady and let her start folding her clothes.
‘You don’t want to try any on?’ asked Leo sceptically.
She cast him a look. ‘I can tell they’ll fit, and I can tell they’ll suit me. It’s one of the little skills you pick up in my line of work.’
‘There is no call for sarcasm,’ Leo replied repressively. ‘When I take women shopping they usually spend hours trying on everything in sight. It’s a dead bore. Your attitude is refreshing, believe me.’
He started reaching inside his back trouser pocket for his wallet. But Anna was already handing her credit card over.
‘Anna,’ he said, even more repressively, ‘allow me, if you please.’
‘I don’t please,’ she said, and nodded at the saleslady to take her card.
Leo sighed heavily. ‘Are you trying to prove something, Anna?’
‘No. I’m just buying my own clothes.’
With a snap, Leo put his wallet away. Let the damn girl buy her own clothes if she insisted. He watched her sign for her purchases, pick up the bags, and then hesitate suddenly.
‘I’d like to change,’ she said to the shop assistant, and disappeared with the bags.
She emerged in under two minutes, clad in a brightly coloured blue and orange sundress that floated around her calves.
Leo found his breath stilling. She really was the most stunning female he’d laid eyes on. Effortlessly so. Her hair was still in its high ponytail, and she’d let it dry naturally, without any styling. She wore no make-up except suncream and protective lipgloss. And sunshades. Not a scrap of jewellery either.
And yet in that simple print dress she looked breathtaking.
Something moved inside him. It was an odd sensation. He didn’t know what it was.
He only knew it was inappropriate.
‘Let’s go,’ he said shortly, and headed outdoors.
Anna followed him, feeling the relief of finally wearing something that didn’t look idiotic in these tropical surroundings.
‘There’s another designer shop over there.’ Leo pointed across the way and started towards it.
‘I’ve got all the clothes I need,’ Anna returned.
Leo gave a snort. ‘No woman has all the clothes she needs! And this time—’ he turned his head ‘—I am buying. Please do not make another scene.’
Anna’s lips tightened.
‘I really don’t want any more clothes,’ she insisted.
‘Then what do you want?’ He glanced around, eyes lighting on a jewellery store. For a moment he realised he was on the point of buying her jewels, as if she were an ordinary mistress.
Anna couldn’t help but see where he’d been looking.
‘No, thank you,’ she said sweetly. ‘I prefer to steal mine.’
Leo’s head whipped round, eyes narrowed.
His eyes fastened on hers.
And for a second—quite inexplicably—he suddenly wanted to laugh. The girl was outrageous, all right! Totally outrageous—and yet…
He broke eye contact deliberately, pointing out a souvenir shop selling island art and mementoes.
Anna shook her head sharply.
‘I’ll have all the souvenirs of this place I could never want,’ she said.
Leo’s eyes slashed back to hers. This time he didn’t want to laugh at all. He wanted to throttle her.
‘Well, your souvenirs from an Austrian jail would be very different, I can assure you!’ he shot back tightly. He took her arm. ‘I need some coffee,’ he announced.
She tried to pull away from him, but he would not let her.
‘Let go of me!’ she snarled.
He merely tightened his grip, and looked down at her with his long-lashed eyes.
‘That’s not what you say in bed, Anna mou. You want me to touch you then.’
His voice was soft, as soft as silk, his eyes molten, melting her…
Once again he saw colour flare out along her cheekbones, and that look in her eyes. Of all things, it looked as if it was embarrassment. But that was impossible. Anna Delane was a thief, shameless and unapologetic, and the life she lived as a fashion model hardly meant she was embarrassable about sex.
Then he saw her chin go up, her mouth tighten, as if she were suppressing something. Her body was as stiff as a board.
‘I thought you said you wanted a coffee,’ she bit at him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ANNA sat at the little harbourside café, watching the boats at their mooring. This was no flash marina—most of the boats were working boats: ferries to other islands, or freighters, or fishing boats.
Opposite her, Leo sat and glowered.
Anna was ignoring him—as usual. Lookin
g at anything and everything except him. Sipping black coffee with a stony face. Exasperation swept through him again. She looked a million dollars in that sundress, and yet she’d insisted on buying it herself—and the others in the bags around her feet. Her insistence infuriated him, and he was annoyed at himself for feeling so unreasonably ill-tempered about it. What the hell was she up to, refusing to let him buy her those paltry clothes?
As if she were making some kind of point to him.
But what kind of point was Anna Delane entitled to make to him? None, that was what. Yet she was as prickly as a hedgehog, trying to make him feel bad when it was she who was the criminal. Leo’s teeth clenched. Why the hell couldn’t she just be nice for once? Pleasant, attentive, eager to please? Eager, if nothing else, to earn the parole he’d promised her?
But not her. No. No, she was sitting there, ignoring him, chin in the air as if she had a bad smell underneath her fastidious nose.
From the corner of her averted eye, Anna saw Leo glowering at her. She refused to look at him. Every instinct told her not to.
Yet something was pulling at her. Something that made her want to just tilt her head slightly, so very, very slightly. Just a little. Just enough to see more of Leo Makarios than from the corner of her eye. To see him sitting there, lounging back in his chair, long legs extended, lean, taut body displayed for her, dark, molten eyes pouring through her, melting her…
No!
Doggedly she held her head rigid. Refusing to look at him.
It seemed suddenly essential that she did not look at him.
She lifted her coffee cup one last time, and set it down empty. And as she did so, of their own volition, pulled by something she could not prevent, her eyes were drawn to him.
To feast on him like a starving man.
Yes! Leo all but punched the air. He’d got her. Her eyes had wandered to him—wandered, and stuck. With absolute self-control he reached for his coffee, holding his gaze impassive. He lifted his cup, relaxing back in his seat, stretching out his legs and flexing his shoulders. He could see her expression register the movement, and his mood improved yet again. He sat back, letting her gaze at him, his own glowering expression quite vanished now.