She glanced at her watch and then shook her head again. “You’re right. I live in Woking.”
He put her address into his Sat Nav system and then followed the directions of Mr. T’s voice. As he expected, Astrid laughed a little the first time the recorded voice told him to “turn around, fool.”
“I can’t believe you have that rude voice on your Sat Nav.”
“It’s Mr. T. That’s his persona—big tough guy.”
“I don’t get it. But then Americans are very different, aren’t they?”
“Some. They don’t get rugby, which makes no sense at all to me.”
She smiled again, and he felt good for having made her smile. “I guess they are just daft.”
“Must be. Do you follow rugby?” he asked.
“Some,” she said, blushing the slightest bit. He could only see the rise in color as he braked to a stop for the traffic light. “I used to when I was younger.”
“Which teams?”
“England, of course, in the 6 Nations.”
“Have you been to any games?” he asked.
“A few. I used to be really into going to the games at Madejski Stadium to watch the London Irish play.”
“Why’d you stop?” he asked. His old team was still a contender.
“My dad got too sick to go. And it was always something I did with him.”
“Your family must be very close,” he said.
“Why do you say that?” she asked.
“You had lunch with your sister, went to games with your dad.”
She shrugged. Something he noticed she did a lot when she was evading answering a question. “I suppose we are. What about you? Your mum is Tiffany Malone. That had to be exciting.”
“She’s still my mum,” he said. “We’re quite close, actually. She loves being a mum and smothers my brothers and I with her mothering.”
Astrid smiled again. “Are you a bit of a mummy’s lad?”
“What do you think?”
She tipped her head to the side as she studied him and, having lightened her mood, he felt as if he was seeing the return of Astrid. Not that tight-lipped stranger whom Daniel Martin had evoked.
“I think you are a man who knows very much what he wants and probably doesn’t look to anyone for approval.”
He nodded. “Damn straight. Now which place is yours?”
She pointed to a modern block of flats and he pulled into the parking lot. She reached for her door as he turned off the car. He got out and met her as she exited the car. It had started to drizzle on the drive, and the rain made her hair curl.
She stared up at him for a minute, chewing on her lower lip. “Thank you for the ride home. And for … well for being so nice about everything. You made seeing Daniel again bearable for me.”
“You’re welcome,” he said. He cupped her elbow and led her to the entrance of the building.
“Well, good night, then,” she said.
“Good night, Astrid,” he said. But instead of doing the smart thing and letting her enter her building, he touched the side of her face and lowered his head to kiss her.
Astrid leaned up into Henry’s kiss. He didn’t put his arm around her, but kept one hand on her face. His lips rubbed lightly over hers, and she stood on tiptoe to get closer to him. His lips were soft and provoked a slow burn.
The reaction of his mouth on hers sent tingles down her body and she opened her mouth on a sigh. She tasted the minty crispness of his breath before his tongue brushed over hers. Forgetting everything, she felt only his mouth on hers.
The hand on her face slid to the nape of her neck, and he held her firmly as he took complete control of their kiss.
She couldn’t think.
She didn’t want to. She’d watched Henry all day and night wondering what it would be like to be in his embrace, and now she knew. It was intense.
He smelled earthy and masculine. His cologne was expensive and crisp—she suspected it was custom-blended just for him. She closed her eyes to focus her senses in the experience.
He pulled back, and she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her. He said nothing but rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and then stepped away from her.
“Good night, then,” he said.
She watched him walk back to his car and realized she was still standing there like a ninny. She unlocked the lobby door to her flat building and walked in without looking back at him.
Danger loomed—real danger of falling for Henry Devonshire. A man who would never see her any differently than Daniel had. How could he? His mother was a pop star, his father was a billionaire entrepreneur and she was the daughter of a schoolteacher and a taxi driver.
When was she going to learn?
Why did she have a weakness for men who were …
“Not good for me,” she said out loud.
She kicked off her shoes as she entered and dropped her keys on the kitchen counter. It took her fifteen minutes to get ready for bed, but once she was there she couldn’t sleep. She just kept reliving, not the encounter with Daniel, which she’d expected, but the kiss with Henry.
She’d never been kissed like that before. It had been too intense. Her vows to herself about not getting involved with men she worked with melted away.
She drifted off to sleep and woke early for work. She dressed in an ultraprofessional suit that she’d worn to her interview with Malcolm Devonshire’s assistant Edmond. That suit was her armor when she needed to be professional. Bethann called, but Astrid let it go to voice mail because Bethann could always tell when something was going on in Astrid’s life. Her older sister had known her affair with Daniel had gone wrong just from the way Astrid had said hello.
The train was busy, but that was normal for the morning. She knew she was going to have to figure out an alternate way to handle her commute once she started going out at night with Henry. She tried to fill her mind with to-do lists and other meaningless tasks, but the one thought that kept circling around was what would happen when she saw Henry.
How was he going to treat her today?
Her mobile rang again and she hit the quiet button. The part of the train she was on was a quiet zone, so she couldn’t talk to Bethann even if she wanted to. A minute later she received an instant message on her Smartphone. They each had a BlackBerry so could use the Messenger on that.
Bethann: Stop ignoring
