to take it from her and their hands brushed. It had only been a fleeting touch of his skin against hers, but Orla caught her breath.
His mouth curled in a cynical smile that made her feel suddenly furious. What right did he have to look at her as if she had crawled out from beneath a rock? Her only crime had been to sleep with him. She had naively mistaken lust for something deeper, but love was an illusion, she thought bleakly. Eight years ago Torre had only wanted her body, but she had been a foolish eighteen-year-old and for one magical night she had believed in love at first sight. A few years later she had thought she loved David but he had treated her badly.
Once again her eyes were drawn to Torre and she found him watching her with an indefinable expression in his steel-grey gaze that sent confused signals down to the molten core of her, right there between her legs, so that she pressed her trembling thighs together. He knew, damn him, she thought as shame swept in a hot tide across her cheeks. He knew that she was fighting her awareness of him. Something in his smouldering gaze made her think that he was remembering how he had almost kissed her when he had found her alone on the driveway.
‘Meet me in the library in twenty minutes to discuss your CV,’ he said abruptly as he rose to his feet. ‘If you can convince me that you have skills that would be useful to the company I will consider passing your folder over to HR.’
It wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement but at least he hadn’t dismissed her outright. ‘Thank you.’ She tensed when Jules placed his hand over hers where it was lying on the tablecloth.
‘I promised you that everything would be all right, didn’t I, chérie?’
Orla was conscious that Torre’s eyes had narrowed and she flushed guiltily even though she had done nothing to feel guilty about. She wanted to snatch her hand back, certain that she hadn’t imagined a possessive note in Jules’s voice which left her feeling confused. It had been a mistake to come to Villa Romano, she thought as she watched Torre stride away. She had a sense of foreboding, a feeling that she was set on a dangerous path and there was no going back.
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