and continued determinedly, ‘I’ve come to this part of the world to be free from ties and complications. I’ve just. . .extracted myself from a rather messy emotional tangle and the last thing I want is another relationship! I’m. . . I’m just not interested.’
‘So we feel the same way?’ His voice was cool, but questioning, and she could sense the importance attached to the enquiry.
Olivia gulped a breath and swung her legs off the bed, groping for her clothes, feeling the damp wool of her dress beneath her fingers. ‘It would seem so. Now,’ she made an effort and hardened her voice still further, ‘I think it’s best if you go.’ She attempted a short laugh that sounded strained and unnatural in the gloom. ‘After all, I’m hardly in a position to offer much in the way of hospitality, am I? The place is a mess and it’s freezing up here!’
‘You’ll be all right?’ His voice momentarily held concern in the darkness of the bedroom. ‘If you want help with anything—’
Olivia swung back round to glare at the large, formidable outline. ‘Just go, will you?’ she gritted. ‘It’s been a long day. I’m tired and I’m cold and now that it’s all over and we know where we both stand I just want you out of my house!’
‘As you wish.’ The warmth in Jake’s voice had turned to ice. He rose from the bed and picked up his clothes from the floor. Olivia watched, tears glistening in her eyes, as he dressed without haste. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so desolate, so alone.
‘I suppose. . .’ Olivia cleared her throat and tried to stop herself from shivering ‘. . .there’s a girlfriend waiting for you somewhere?’ She held her breath and then forced herself to say it. ‘A wife?’
‘There’s no one.’ His voice was terse, almost savage. ‘I thought I’d just made that clear! I’m no adulterer! I’m simply not interested in any long-term relationship.’ He finished fastening his shirt and looked across towards the bed. ‘I’ve already been taught my lesson. I’d be a fool not to learn from it.’ There was a slight pause. ‘You must be cold,’ he murmured. ‘I’ll bring up a couple of your suitcases.’
‘There’s no need!’
‘Yes, there is. Your dress was damp from the storm—you can’t put that on again.’
‘I told you not to bother!’ Olivia snapped as he walked out of the bedroom. ‘I don’t need kindness,’ she called wildly. ‘I don’t need you treating me like a child. . .or one of your damn animals!’ she added as an afterthought.
No reply. It was worse than an argument. Suddenly she wanted to fight him. Suddenly she hated him. Why didn’t he feel the same way as she did? How could she have made such a dreadful mistake?
Whilst he was gone Olivia sprang from the bed and struggled with her underclothes. She felt so vulnerable. So foolish. She heard his footsteps on the stairs and fumbled wildly with the catch of her bra.
‘Here. Your clothes.’ Jake dumped a suitcase onto the bed and flicked on the light.
‘I want you to go!’
‘I will. But not before you’ve found something to wear.’ He clicked open one of the cases and glanced across, dark eyes resting impassively on Olivia’s half-naked figure. ‘Do you want some help with that?’
‘It’s OK, I can manage.’
‘It’s twisted.’
‘I can manage.’
He wasn’t listening. Jake walked towards her and Olivia took a few steps back. ‘What’s the matter?’ He looked fierce. His mouth tightened ominously as Olivia shook her head.
‘Just go!’
‘I will once you stop looking so petrified. Now turn around and let me help you.’
‘Don’t touch me!’
‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he replied calmly, ‘We’ve just made love. I’ve done more than touch you!’
‘I wish to God you hadn’t!’
She felt his fingers still and her heart stopped beating. He was so close. His black hair was still tousled from their lovemaking and Olivia had to beat down the desire to reach up a hand and smooth it into place.
‘You don’t mean that.’ Cool authority masked his anger as he looked down into her face.
Olivia’s bottom lip trembled, but she bit down on it and stared up fiercely, her wide blue eyes clashing with Jake Savage’s formidable gaze. ‘Don’t I?’
‘You were more passionate than any woman I’ve made love to,’ he asserted quietly, touching her cheek briefly with his hand. ‘Don’t spoil it all now by lying!’
‘Spoil it?’ Olivia released an unsteady breath. ‘You can say that to me?’
‘I don’t make promises I can’t keep!’ he informed her tersely. ‘I don’t lie, I don’t deceive. I’m not a damned hypocrite!’ His expression was taut suddenly, a cold, metallic mask that froze her very soul. ‘Believe me, over the years I’ve seen enough hypocrisy to last me a lifetime! We made love this evening because it felt like the thing to do. Because it was the only thing to do!’
‘Please!’ Olivia cried desperately. ‘Can’t you understand that I regret everything that’s just taken place?’
He looked at her with a frown. ‘And you honestly expect me to believe that?’ The dark head shook with disbelief. ‘OK. I’ll go,’ he murmured. ‘But don’t imagine this is the end—’
‘I want it to be!’
Jake’s mouth curved slightly. ‘No, you don’t.’ Dark eyes slid over her bare breasts. He reached forward and stroked a darkened nipple with one finger and Olivia felt the now familiar ache of desire his touch could produce all over again. ‘What we achieved tonight is rare,’ he asserted knowledgeably. ‘Neither of us could deny ourselves the pleasure of such sexual harmony. It has to continue.’
Words failed her. Olivia opened her mouth to speak, to deny all that he said, but nothing emerged. ‘You see?’ Jake was observing her reactions closely. ‘You know deep down that what I say is the truth.’ He slid his fingers across her breast and adjusted the strap of her bra. ‘I’ll let myself out.’
She watched him leave the room, rigid with resentment, shocked by what he had said. Did he really imagine that she would be willing to. . .to. . .continue after all that had just been said?
There was a biting wind outside that howled mournfully through the trees. Olivia drew back the faded bedroom curtains and felt the sharp breeze blowing into the room through the old, ill-fitting windows.
She shivered, watching silently as Jake placed the sedated dog carefully inside the back of the Range Rover and then covered it with a tartan blanket. There was a brief glow as the interior light went on, a glimpse of Jake Savage’s hard, enigmatic expression. Then darkness, the roar of a powerful engine, a glow of red tail-lights and in the next moment the Range Rover was pulling away into the night.
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