of being on an isolated beach together. Yeah, and of course she wanted to rip his clothes off too. Definitely wishful thinking.
‘Is the food too spicy for you?’
Her guarded gaze snapped to his, as if trying to read something into his innocuous question. ‘No, it’s fine. It’s just a little hot today.’
Hot? It was positively burning—though the weather had little to do with it.
He gestured towards the kitchen, indicating drinks, and Sujit bustled out shortly after, bearing two tall, icy glasses and a pitcher.
‘Ever had lassi before?’
‘No.’
‘It’s made from yogurt. Very refreshing. It should cool you down a tad.’
While he’d need to dunk in a vat of the stuff to remotely cool down.
She took a tentative sip, before gulping the cold, sweet liquid and running the frosted glass across her forehead. Her eyelids fluttered shut as a relieved smile curved her lips. ‘That was good.’
Okay, maybe the lassi had done the trick for her, but he was about to explode—and as she opened her eyes he bit back a groan.
‘You’ve got a milk moustache. Here—let me.’ He reached out before thinking better of touching her and pointed at her top lip, his words strangled.
She laughed and wiped her lip. ‘Thanks. Not a good look.’
He smiled and stuffed another piece of naan into his mouth, concentrating on his food as he mopped up the last of his curry with the bread—anything to take his mind off how much he wanted her.
He topped up her glass and she drank again. He had the strongest urge to reach over, pull her head towards him and lick the lassi off her top lip.
Instead, he had to sit there and watch her do it, her tongue flicking out to caress her lip in a slow sweep, and he almost bolted from the table.
‘Finished? I’ll take care of the bill and meet you at the car.’
She nodded, the loose strands of hair around her face floating in the breeze. The urge to brush them away made his gut clench all over again.
‘Thanks for lunch. It was delicious. Sujit’s a great cook.’
As he pulled out her chair, his hand brushed her bare arm, and he gritted his teeth at the feel of her silky, soft skin. At this rate he wouldn’t be able to walk.
‘See you at the car.’
Her open expression told him she had no idea how much he was struggling with his libido, and he turned away and called out to Sujit, who appeared from the kitchen in an instant.
‘Mr Zac, your friend is special.’ Sujit’s singsong lilting accent held a wistful note. ‘You have known her long, yes?’
‘Not long. Though I agree she’s special.’
So special he’d given up a valuable day to be with her. After last night he’d almost reneged on their tour; he could have spent the day catching up on paperwork and following up that fax pointing to their suspected saboteur.
But his wanting to cancel had been more than business; not only had that jerk of an ex done a number on her for sex, he’d lied to her—and the second Zac had heard that he’d known he shouldn’t get involved.
He was lying to her too.
Every moment he let her believe he was a PR manager at sea he was being dishonest, and while catching the saboteur demanded duplicity—and ultimately making good on his promise to his uncle—it didn’t stop him hating every second of his deceit.
So he’d told her a partial truth to compensate for his guilt—told her how badly he wanted her, expecting her to run at the mention of a date let alone anything else.
Instead, her response to his kiss had shaken him as much as the fact that she’d stood her ground and hadn’t run. And even while he’d planned on begging off the tour today the memories of her fiery reaction had kept him up all night and drawn him here.
‘It must be serious. You have never brought a woman to Sujit’s humble café before. Are you going to marry her?’
Zac laughed. Life was so simple in some cultures. You met a girl, you liked her, you married her. Either that or your parents chose a bride for you.
‘No.’A strange tingle ran up his spine, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. ‘I’m just showing her around your lovely island today. She’ll be leaving the ship in a week.’
‘Ah, she lives in Australia. Why should that stop you from marrying? You also live there, yes?’
‘Yeah, but she’s a friend, and I’m not remotely interested in marrying her or anybody else for that matter.’
Been there, done that, never forgotten the folly.
Sujit grinned, his teeth stained an ugly brown from years of chewing betel nut. ‘Whatever you say. Though trust old Sujit—he has a feeling in his bones about this one.’
‘You’re an old degenerate.’ Zac settled the bill and shook his hand. ‘See you next time.’
‘Maybe you’ll both visit on your honeymoon?’
Zac chuckled, amused by the restaurant owner’s one-track mind.
Marriage again? Not for him.
As he caught sight of Lana, casually leaning against the Jeep, the wind whipping her hair away from her face while plastering the dated dress against her shapely body, the faintest niggle of doubt entered his mind.
She was dynamite, packing a stronger punch than TNT and C4 combined. She blew his mind and short-circuited the rest of his body every moment he spent with her, till all he could focus on was how much he wanted her.
He’d been attracted to her mentally at the start, but how quickly that had all changed. Now he wanted her so badly he ached.
Yet for all her surprising bravado last night she was still inherently shy, retreating when he pushed too far, still hiding her sensational body behind those repulsive clothes.
So if they couldn’t have a fling, what the hell should he do? Back off?
‘Mr Zac, I’ve never seen you like this.’
He tore his gaze away from Lana, focussed on Sujit. ‘Like what?’
‘Distracted.’ Sujit pointed to his forehead, imitated a frown. ‘So very serious.’
That’s because his growing feelings for Lana were serious. Even the fact he was using the word ‘feelings’ scared the hell out of him.
Sujit shook his head, his benevolent grin bordering on condescending. ‘I can see you’re making this more complicated than it is. You like this woman, yes?’
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