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'I'm fine, really,' she mumbled, sniffing loudly and trying to ignore the muscled legs at
the side of her. He could at least have put on some pyjama bottoms or something after his swim
if he didn't want to get dressed, she told herself self-righteously. But perhaps he didn't wear
pyjamas?
'Here.' He bent down, dabbing at her wet eyes with a napkin, and she caught the full
impact of the smell of expensive body shampoo on clean male skin before he strolled round the
table again.
She finished her breakfast without further mishap but with every nerve and muscle in her
body as taut as piano wire and conscious of the slightest movement from the big male body
opposite. Matt, on the other hand, appeared supremely relaxed, enjoying a leisurely breakfast
with obvious enjoyment.
As well he might, Georgie thought feverishly. She wasn't the one flaunting herself!
Although, to be fair, Matt didn't appear to be aware he was flaunting himself, she admitted
silently. He was a man who was very much at ease with his own body, as his comment the day
before about his preference for swimming and exercising in the nude proved. She didn't dare
dwell on that thought.
'So .. .'
She raised her eyes as she forked the last mouthful of food from the plate into her mouth,
and saw Matt was looking at her with unfathomable eyes. 'Yes?' she asked warily. 'We will visit
the hospital this afternoon after an early lunch,' Matt said decisively. 'What would you like to do
this morning?'
The aggressive sexuality that was as frightening as it was exciting made her voice slightly
shaky as she said, 'Anything, I don't mind.'
'If only .. .' He gave a small laugh, low in his throat, at her expression. 'Well, as it is no
good my suggesting a lazy morning in bed, and you did your exploring of the gardens yesterday,
perhaps it would be good to show you a little of the surrounding area, yes? And we can maybe
stop for something to eat close to the hospital rather than come back here.'
'Whatever you think.' 'How submissive.'
She stared at him, not sure if he was being nasty or not, and suddenly his expression
cleared and he smiled ruefully. 'There is something of the spoilt brat in every man, pequena, and
I have found since I met you I am like every man. I do not like this; I had thought myself above
such ignoble behaviour, but it would seem you bring out the worst in me. Of course, if we were
lovers all this tension would be dealt with and life would be sweeter for both of us.'
'Life is quite sweet enough, thanks,' she said tartly. 'Liar.' It was slightly taunting but said
with a smile which Georgie found it difficult to return. He was such a disturbing man, she told
herself resentfully. The last weeks she had felt she was living on a knife's edge all the time, and it
was exhausting. The very air seemed to crackle with electricity when Matt was about and these
moments of honesty he seemed to indulge in made things worse ..
'Come.' He rose from the table, holding out his hand as he walked round to her chair. 'If
you feel the need to persist in this ridiculous wish to deny us both I can only be patient until you
accept the error of your ways.'
'Matt-' Her voice was cut off as he pulled her to her feet and his mouth caught hers with
an urgency that was thrilling. He kissed her long and deeply, draining her of sweetness before his
lips moved to her ears and throat causing convulsive shivers of ecstasy.
Her fingertips slipped under the silk at his shoulders, roaming over the leanly muscled
flesh beneath the robe before they tangled in the pleasing roughness of the hair on his broad
chest and then up again to his hard neck.
He was all male and unbelievable sexy, and Georgie allowed herself another moment or
two of heaven before she pulled firmly away.
'I know, you are not that sort of girl,' he murmured, not quite letting go of her as he
looked down with smouldering eyes.
'What sort?' she asked with a trembling attempt at lightness.
'The sort who makes love on the floor of the breakfast room.'
If he loved her as she loved him it could be the breakfast room table and she wouldn't
care! 'I think Pilar might be just a little surprised,' she managed fairly blandly. 'Don't you?' She
removed herself from his hold, stepping back a pace as she said evenly, 'What time do you want
to leave?'
'Half an hour?' he suggested softly. 'It will give me time to take a shower.'
'I though you had showered,' she said, surprised. 'A cold shower, Georgie.'
When Georgie stepped outside into the scented warmth of a hot Spanish day half an hour
later, Matt was waiting for her. He was sitting at the wheel of a Mercedes-Benz SL convertible
and the beautiful silver car purred gently to life as she slid into the passenger seat. 'Another boy's
toy?' she asked lightly, partly to hide what the sight of him-clothed in black shirt and
trousers-had done to her equilibrium.
'Just so.' He smiled, his teeth flashing white in the tanned skin of his face.
She enjoyed seeing more of the country of his birth nearly as much as she enjoyed being
with him. They ate lunch in a shadow-blotched plaza in a small cobbled town, the tall tower of a
brown church in the distance with a great bell outlined against the blue sky. It was heaven. Or,
rather, being with Matt was heaven. And dangerous. And perilous. And a hundred other
adjectives that described jeopardy.
When they arrived at the hospital Georgie found she was nervous. Excruciatingly
nervous. Matt's mother was his nearest and dearest and although he had never said so in so many
words she knew he loved his mother deeply. And his mother was a friend of Pepita's.
The hospital was luxurious, and obviously not run of the mill, and Matt seemed to be
something of an icon. They were practically bowed along the thickly carpeted corridor to his
mother's room, although the sister in charge left them at the door at Matt's quietly polite request.
'Just be yourself.' She wasn't sure if he had sensed her agitation but his voice was
distinctly soothing. 'You'll get on like a house on fire.'
No pressure! But before she could say a word he had knocked and opened the door, his
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