The colour came and went in Harriet’s mobile face—and if she had but known it her shock only echoed his own, Matt acknowledged. What the hell did he think he was doing? Morally and in every other way there was he was totally out of order. He should make it clear immediately that he hadn’t meant what he had said and that Harriet was to ignore it. Immediately!
Matt was suggesting that she pretend to want him? No pretence was necessary!
‘You can’t mean… Are you saying…? Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. It’s impossible… No. No way!’ she told him a little breathlessly.
Her words didn’t just sting Matt’s pride raw, they blew a large hole in his good intentions as well as shattering them into nothing. A ruthless determination swept over him, swamping everything else.
‘You’ve just said that you aren’t in love with Ben—I’m giving you an opportunity to prove it.’
There was a small suspenseful pause.
‘If you don’t take it then I’ll know that you are lying,’ Matt finished coldly.
Harriet looked at him, wondering how on earth she had ever got into such a mess.
‘No one will ever believe that you and I are dating.’
‘Then it will be up to us to convince them, won’t it?’ Matt said smoothly. ‘The choice is yours!’
‘Some choice,’ Harriet muttered, adding fiercely, ‘Why are you doing this?’
Her throat felt raw, the backs of her eyes stung, and her chest hurt, as though she were about to come down with a heavy cold. Her physical reactions weren’t caused by a physical virus, though, but an emotional one.
‘I’m doing it to stop you causing disruption and discord in my business. Besides, I should have thought that if you genuinely don’t love Ben, as you claim, then you’d jump at the chance to prove it—and to give Ben and Cindi a chance to find happiness together,’ Matt reiterated curtly.
No way could he tell her that he was doing it purely and simply because he wanted any excuse to be with her…
‘What was all that about?’
Harriet gave a nervous look over her shoulder as Ben came up to her at the water cooler.
‘What…what do you mean?’ she hedged.
‘What did Matt want? You were in there for ages, and when you came out you looked…’
For a moment she was tempted to tell him, but before she could say anything she heard Matt saying smoothly behind her, ‘Have you told Ben about us yet, darling?’
Harriet almost dropped the cup of water she was holding, but she suspected that the shock on her face was nothing to the stupefaction on Ben’s as Matt came between them.
‘Harry?’ Ben questioned incredulously.
‘You’re trembling. I hope that’s because of me,’ Matt was murmuring against her ear as he relieved her of the paper cup she had all but crushed by sliding one hand around her waist to turn her towards him and removing the cup with the other.
Ben was positively goggling at them, his mouth half open and a look of total shock on his face.
‘You mean, you two are…?’ He shook his head.
‘We certainly are,’ Matt assured him calmly. ‘In fact we very much are—aren’t we, Harriet?’
The look he was giving her was practically a physical caress in itself, Harriet recognised weakly, and her wretched body was certainly responding to it as though it were.
Ben obviously hadn’t missed the high octane sensuality of the smoky look Matt was giving her, because suddenly he started to frown—an expression that Harriet recognised all too well.
Ben was her friend, but he was also male, and as such he had always taken a very brotherly and protective attitude towards Harriet where other men were concerned. And right now he was looking at Matt as though he was a suspicious father about to demand to know Matt’s intentions!
‘You never said anything to me!’ he accused Harriet sternly.
‘I asked her not to,’ Matt answered promptly for her.
Somehow the hand which had relieved her of the paper cup was now holding her own, his fingers sliding between hers in a manner so intimate that Harriet was having trouble breathing properly. Her skin tingled, and liquid pleasure shot up her arm like an injection of some kind of sensual drug that locked into her heart.
She had the strongest need not just to move closer to Matt’s body, but also to press herself against him with wanton abandonment.
Wicked images of the two of them alone together somewhere very private filled her head in a dangerously explicit slide show. Matt perching on the edge of a desk, his legs open as he drew her to him to kiss her passionately, whilst her fingers explored the hard muscles of his thigh, her touch making him growl in protest and take her hand and place it on the swollen bulge of his erection. Whilst he was kissing her he would slowly unfasten her top and remove it. His hands would cup her breasts and savour their shape and feel as her tight, erect nipples flaunted their eager hunger for his touch… Abruptly Harriet called her thoughts to order as she heard, ‘But now that things are serious between us it’s different. I don’t care who knows how I feel about Harriet!’
‘Things are serious between you?’ Ben’s frown cleared, leaving him looking both relieved and happy.
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