my laptop than you began kissing me—which begs the question, how did you get past my personal security code?’ Elizabeth frowned as she suddenly realised access to her computer was supposed to be protected by that code. Supposed to be. It obviously hadn’t been enough to stop Rogan from accessing it.
So much for Rogan’s thinking that kissing Elizabeth might divert her attention away from the fact that he had been using her laptop earlier!
‘You really don’t want to know.’
Her stance became one of stubborn determination. ‘Oh, I really think I do.’
Rogan smiled nastily. ‘I have a doctorate in Computer Analysis, remember.’
Auburn brows rose challengingly. ‘And that allows you to violate another person’s personal laptop any time you feel like it?’
It actually allowed Rogan to access almost any computer system anywhere in the world any time he felt like it!
He grimaced. ‘More or less.’
Elizabeth folded her arms in front of her chest. ‘How much more or less?’
Elizabeth Brown was dogged as well as intelligent, Rogan acknowledged ruefully. ‘Give me a computer, almost any computer, and I guarantee that in a matter of minutes I will have access to all its stored information.’ He gave an unapologetic smile.
‘Isn’t that illegal?’
Rogan’s smile widened into a hard grin. ‘Some might call it that, yes.’
Her mouth thinned. ‘What do you call it?’
‘Useful.’
Elizabeth gave a disgusted shake of her head at the complete lack of apology in his tone. ‘And you don’t see anything wrong in that?’
Rogan made an impatient movement. ‘Why should I, if it gets the job done?’
She became very still. ‘What sort of job could you possibly do that requires that you intrude on information stored on other people’s computers?’
He snorted. ‘If I told you that I might have to kill you afterwards!’
‘Stop teasing me, Rogan.’
‘Who says I’m teasing?’ He quirked dark brows.
‘I do.’ Elizabeth glared at him.
‘I’m not in the habit of explaining myself or my actions to anyone, Elizabeth. And, where I come from, sharing a few kisses with someone doesn’t give them the right to question, or to poke and prod into other parts of that person’s life.’
She drew her breath in sharply. ‘I wasn’t—’
‘Oh, yes, you most certainly were,’ he rasped. ‘And, enjoyable as those kisses were—and probably would be again, given the opportunity—’
‘Which there won’t be!’
‘I think you should know that I don’t do permanent relationships!’ Rogan concluded harshly, as if she hadn’t interrupted.
Elizabeth had never felt so uncomfortable and humiliated in the whole of her life!
Rogan couldn’t have told her any more clearly not to read anything into the kisses they had just shared. As if! Elizabeth was as anxious to forget them as he obviously was.
She gave him a scathing glance. ‘Well, that’s just fine—because neither do I!’
He looked at her speculatively. ‘Does that mean you do casual instead?’
‘It means that where you’re concerned I don’t do any sort of relationship whatsoever! We’re only here together at all because of circumstances.’ And Elizabeth wished now that she hadn’t been goaded into staying on. ‘I suggest that for the rest of your time here we stay well out of each other’s way!’
Rogan gave a terse inclination of his head. ‘I’m glad we got that straightened out.’
‘So am I!’ Elizabeth had never felt quite so much like hitting someone as she did Rogan at that moment.
He gave a slow, taunting smile. ‘Does that mean you won’t be joining me for dinner?’
Dinner? Elizabeth was so angry—with herself as much as Rogan—that she wasn’t sure she would be able to eat anything for the rest of the day!
Her chin rose. ‘I’ll be quite happy to have a tray in my room.’
‘That seems a little unfriendly, don’t you think?’
A frown appeared between her eyes. ‘I thought we had just agreed that neither of us does friendly?’
‘Oh, I do friendly. Just not for ever.’ Rogan regarded her mockingly. ‘Did you eat dinner on a tray in your room when my father was here?’
‘No, of course not.’
‘Then you don’t need to do it now, either,’ he pointed out.
Need? What Elizabeth needed was some time—and space—away from Rogan Sullivan, in which to regain some of her shattered composure. ‘I would like to get on with some work now, if you don’t mind.’ She deliberately turned her back on him.
‘No problem,’ Rogan came back nonchalantly. ‘I’ll see you at dinner.’
Elizabeth continued to stand unmoving in the middle of the library long after she knew Rogan had gone.
Rogan had kissed her, and she had kissed him back. Damn it, she hadn’t just kissed him, she had been hungry for him! Hadn’t been able to get enough of him! To get close enough to him! Still ached with wanting him…
He was everything she had ever fantasised about. Everything she had never thought to encounter in her quite frankly boring academic life, she told herself wryly.
Maybe.
But for her to have totally lost all inhibition with a man she knew nothing about was seriously worrying.
She knew Rogan had kissed her as if he’d wanted to devour her. As if he’d wanted to taste and touch every part of her. As if he’d wanted to bury himself deep inside her and—
She knew nothing positive about the man!
Rogan had arrived in the middle of the night. The only way of contacting him was through a PO Box in New York. He had used her laptop, somehow bypassing the security code, without even bothering to check who it belonged to. He had totally dismissed the need to contact his girlfriend.
Worst of all, he was mysterious about his past, and obviously had no intention of sharing any important details about himself with her.
Elizabeth hadn’t just been stupid when she had responded so wantonly to Rogan, she had behaved totally recklessly. And reckless was something that she never was where a man was concerned.
