One Night with His Virgin Mistress. Sara Craven

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      Suddenly—shockingly—Tallie became aware that she was no longer alone. She felt the gush of cooler air as the sliding doors of the shower were wrenched open, and someone— a total stranger—was standing there, staring in at her.

      Tallie had a horrified impression of black tousled hair and dark brows snapping together in furious astonishment as ice-cold green eyes swept over her.

      ‘Sweetheart, you have precisely one minute to explain who you are, and what the hell you’re doing in my flat…’

      His voice was low-pitched and well-modulated, but grim as an Arctic wind.

      ‘I’m waiting.’

      He took a towel from the rail, and threw it towards her, and she snatched at it, huddling it almost gratefully round her body.

      ‘Although maybe finding a naked, pretty girl in my shower is immaculate timing. A hint that a few hours of mindless enjoyment could be just what I most need.’

      He began to unbutton his shirt. ‘So put the water on again, darling, and I’ll join you…’

      Sara Craven was born in South Devon, and grew up surrounded by books in a house by the sea. After leaving grammar school she worked as a local journalist, covering everything from flower shows to murders. She started writing for Mills & Boon in 1975. Apart from writing, her passions include films, music, cooking, and eating in good restaurants. She now lives in Somerset.

      Sara has appeared as a contestant on the Channel Four game show Fifteen to One, and is also the latest (and last ever) winner of the Mastermind of Great Britain championship.

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      ONE NIGHT WITH HIS VIRGIN MISTRESS

      BY

      SARA CRAVEN

      

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      PROLOGUE

      HE’D had, he decided, more than enough. First, there’d been that burning nightmare of a journey, wondering if each moment would be their last, then the flight in the Hercules, and now this damned farce of a press conference with its endless questions.

      When all he really wanted was complete solitude, an opportunity to get out of clothes that stank and felt as if they were crawling, and a torrent of hot water to rid him of the dirt and the fear and make him human again. And God help anyone who got in his way.

      But now the idiot female reporter in the front row was batting her eyelashes at him once more. She’d been behaving as if she knew him, he thought wearily. And what was that all about?

      ‘So,’ she said, ‘can you describe for my readers how you felt?’

      ‘I was running for my life,’ he said tersely. ‘What do you think?’

      ‘But you were the leader,’ she went on. ‘You got everyone to safety. What’s it like, finding you’re a hero?’

      ‘Madam,’ he said curtly, ‘I’m tired and filthy, and no one’s bloody hero. Not now. Not ever. I simply did my job. And, if you’ve nothing more sensible to ask, I’m out of here.’

      They’d laid on a car to take him home, and he was thankful, knowing he wouldn’t have been fit to drive himself. He was also grateful that, by some miracle, he still had his wallet and his keys and that soon he’d be able to find sanctuary and the peace he craved.

      Yet as soon as he walked into the flat and closed the door behind him, his senses, honed by the dangers of the past few days and nights, told him that something was wrong. That he was not alone.

      He stood, listening intently for a moment, recognising that it was the sound of a shower he could hear, then went soft-footed down the hallway towards his bedroom.

      If he’s still here, invading my space, he thought, I may well kill him.

      He strode into the bathroom and halted, his furious gaze fixed incredulously on the slender shape clearly visible behind the glass walls of the shower cabinet.

      ‘God in heaven,’ he spat under his breath, ‘I don’t believe this.’

      And he stepped forward and wrenched open the doors of the shower to reveal a naked, beautiful and terrified girl.

      CHAPTER ONE

       A week earlier

      ‘IT SEEMS almost too good to be true,’ Tallie Paget said with a sigh.

      ‘In which case, it probably is,’ her friend Lorna cautioned dourly. ‘You hardly know this guy. For heaven’s sake, take care.’

      Tallie gave her a reassuring smile. ‘But that’s exactly what I shall be doing, don’t you see? Taking care of Kit Benedict’s flat while he’s in Australia. Living rent-free, with just the electricity and heating bills to pick up, which I shall naturally be keeping to an absolute minimum.

      ‘That has to be better than starving in a garret while I get the book finished—even if I found a garret I could afford.’

      She paused. ‘There’s a word for this kind of thing.’

      ‘I know there is,’ said Lorna. ‘Insanity.’

      ‘Serendipity, actually,’ Tallie informed her. ‘Making happy and accidental discoveries, according to the dictionary. Just think—if I hadn’t had an evening job in one of the wine bars which Kit’s company supplies, and he hadn’t seen me scouring the evening paper for a shed in someone’s garden at less than a thousand pounds a month,

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