Mistress on his Terms. Catherine Spencer
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“Then you must be a very slow reader. I could have memorized the entire thing in half the time you’re taking to get through it.”
“Well, I’m not like you.”
Hell, no! She was pure woman, and the fact that he couldn’t stop taking inventory of her assets was beginning to irk him more than a little! “In case it’s slipped your mind, Hugo’s been waiting a long time to meet you. If it’s all the same to you, I’d as soon not prolong his agony.”
She slapped the menu closed and leaned back in the booth. “I’ll have a large order of fries and a vanilla milk shake.”
“You took all this time to decide on a milkshake and fries?” he asked incredulously.
“With ketchup.”
“If that’s all you want, we could have stopped at a fast-food drive-in and saved ourselves some time.”
She collected her bag and the sweater she’d heaped on the bench. “Okay. Let’s go find one.”
“Stay where you are!”
He must have raised his voice more than he realized because the next thing he knew, the waitress had come barging over to their booth to inquire, “Your boyfriend giving you trouble, honey?”
Lily Talbot exploded into warm, infectious laughter, as if the woman had said something hilariously amusing. “Heavens, he’s not my boyfriend!”
“And I’m not giving her trouble.”
The waitress eyed him darkly. “You’d better not be.” She fished out her notepad and waited with pen poised. “So what’ll you have?”
He relayed Lily’s request and ordered a steak sandwich and coffee for himself. “I thought women like you existed on salad and tofu,” he said, while they waited for their food.
“Women like me?” She regarded him pertly. “And what kind of woman is that, Sebastian?”
“Under thirty and in thrall to the latest trend, no matter how outlandish it might be.”
“You don’t know much about women, do you?”
Enough to know you’re bad for my concentration, he could have told her.
She leaned forward and he couldn’t help noticing the graceful curve of her breasts beneath her blouse. He even found himself wondering if she was wearing a bra. Damn her!
“Real women aren’t slaves to fashion, Sebastian,” she informed him, her tone suggesting she found him singularly lacking in intelligence. “We make up our own rules.”
“What happens if your rules don’t coincide with men’s?”
“Then we compromise, the way we have since the beginning of time.”
“Sounds to me like a convenient excuse to do whatever you want, whenever you want, and not be held accountable for your actions.”
She looked at him pityingly. “Don’t you know that if you always go looking for the worst in people, you’ll eventually find it?”
She was either a complete innocent or a contemptible schemer, and until he determined which, he wasn’t about to let down his guard. “I don’t have to go looking, Ms. Talbot. I live by the credo Give a person enough rope and she’ll eventually hang herself.” He paused meaningfully. “You’d do well to remember that.”
CHAPTER TWO
LILY shook her head in bewilderment, floored by his unremitting hostility. “Well, so much for striking up pleasant dinner conversation!”
“I’m sorry if the truth offends you. We can change the subject if you like, and talk about the weather instead.”
“I’d prefer not to talk to you at all. You’ve been nothing but disagreeable from the minute you set eyes on me and I’m tired of trying to figure out why. I’m beginning to suspect you don’t have to have a reason because you’re the kind who makes a career out of being miserable.”
“At least we’re not harboring any illusions about what each of us thinks of the other.”
There was no getting past that steely reserve of his, no hint of humanity or warmth in his makeup. He might be handsome as sin on the outside, but inside he was as dry as the law books he probably considered riveting bedtime reading. “Oh, go soak your head!” she snapped.
He looked mildly astonished, as if he thought he had a corner on the insult market. “Now who’s being offensive?”
“I am,” she allowed, “because trying to be pleasant about anything is a lost cause with you, Sebastian Caine. You’re fixated on being as insufferable as possible, whether or not you have just cause.”
Their meal arrived then, so she poured a dollop of ketchup on her plate and stabbed a fork into her French fries.
“No need to take out your frustrations on your food, Ms. Talbot. That’s not my heart you’re impaling.”
More’s the pity! “Oh, shut up!” she said, wondering why she’d ever thought coming here was a good idea in the first place. Hugo Preston might have sounded eager to meet her, but he hadn’t cared enough to pursue the connection until she’d approached him. Given her other troubles, she didn’t need the aggravation of having his obnoxious stepson enter the mix! “Just shut up and eat, and let’s get this whole miserable evening over with as soon as possible.”
But it was not to be. When at last they were ready to leave, the waitress brought more than their bill. “Hope you folks aren’t planning to go far tonight. Just got word of flash floods right through the area. Police are asking people to stay off the roads.”
“Oh, brother, just what I need to make the day complete!” Sebastian threw down a fistful of money and glowered at Lily as if she were in cahoots with God and had personally orchestrated the storm. “Grab your stuff and let’s get moving.”
“But if the police are warning people to stay put—?”
He took her elbow and hustled her out to the porch. “We don’t have a whole lot of choice, unless you want to spend the night here.”
“Perish the thought!”
A small river was running through the parking lot, a fact Lily discovered when she inadvertently stepped in it and felt water splashing up past her ankles. Not that it really mattered; by the time she flung herself into the car, she was soaked to the skin all over.
Sebastian hadn’t fared much better. Great patches of rain darkened the shoulders of his pale gray suit jacket, the cuffs of his trousers were dripping, and his hair, like hers, was plastered to his head.
Muttering words unfit to be repeated in decent company, he fired up the engine, started the windshield wipers slapping and inched the car over the rutted ground toward the road. Before they’d even cleared the parking lot, the side windows had misted over and the air was filled with the smell of wet