The Crown Affair (5 page)

She wanted him to lose control the way she was about to.

‘Are you going to make me beg again?'

‘Would you?'

‘If I have to. But I'd probably hate you for it.'

Matt let out a ragged breath. ‘I wouldn't want that,' he murmured.

‘Then help me out here,' she said desperately, dimly aware that he was leaning down and fumbling around on the floor. The sound of a packet tearing, the rolling on of a condom barely registered.

Every inch of her was aching, desperate with need. Biting her lip, she felt him pushing her knees apart, felt him nudging at her entrance and then thrusting forward, up, deep.

Laura gasped. Matt stopped. Waited a second for her to adjust. And then he pulled out of her, caught her mouth with his and drove back into her. A sob of pure pleasure rising in her throat, Laura wrapped her legs around his waist, threw her arms around his back and kissed him with every drop of desire she was feeling.

Her nails raked over his skin. His muscles strained with the effort of restraint.

But she didn't want restraint. She burned for release. Tearing her mouth from his, she breathed, ‘More,' into his ear and lifted her hips.

Matt went utterly still. His eyes blazed and then he began to move. Harder, faster, deeper, driving her higher and higher, making something inside her coil tighter and tighter until he thrust one more time and sent her hurtling over the edge. Laura shattered into kaleidoscopic ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure poured over her as she convulsed and trembled. Her heart hammered. Her blood roared in her ears. She felt Matt's whole body tense. Heard him groan and then felt him pulsate deep inside her and it was enough to set off a series of tiny aftershocks of ecstasy that took her breath away all over again.

It was quite a few minutes before she got her breath and her senses back. As she drifted back down to reality after the most exquisite orgasm of her life she felt a great grin spreading across her face. Wow. If she'd known all casual sex was as hot as this, she'd have tried it long ago.

Or at least been a damn sight more assertive in the bedroom.

One softly breathed word and Matt's steely control had unravelled. Still cocooned in the warmth of his arms, Laura felt like purring with pleasure. She'd have to remember that in the future.

And then she froze. Her heart thumped. Uh-oh. The future? That didn't sound good. That sounded as if she wanted a repeat. Lots of repeats in fact. Repeats that went way beyond one afternoon.

To her horror she could feel her body softening, heating, getting ready for more just as soon as possible.

‘Laura?' Matt's voice cut through the hazy fog in her head.

‘Hmm?' She wasn't entirely sure she could speak and not just because his chest was crushing her lungs.

He lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes unfathomable. ‘Are you all right?'

‘Fine,' she muttered, thinking she was anything but.

God, she was such an idiot. Had she really thought she could get rid of her old self that easily? That one two-week course, albeit a highly intensive one, could undo the habits of thirty-one years? What a pillock.

If she didn't get out of here this very moment she'd find herself being sucked in by Matt and the incredible orgasms he appeared to be able to give her and she'd end up wanting more. Which was most certainly not part of the deal she'd made with either herself or him.

Laura swallowed and fixed a smile to her face. ‘Couldn't be better,' she added lightly.

Matt frowned. ‘Are you sure?'

Agh. This was so not a conversation she wanted to be having with him still hard and deep inside her. ‘Absolutely.' She nodded, gave him a quick smile and prodded at his shoulders. ‘Would you mind?'

‘I rather think I would,' Matt said flatly, manoeuvring them to shift himself onto his back and pulling her on top of him.

The blast of cold air that hit her back made Laura shiver. ‘Could you let me go, please?'

His arms fell from her waist, and she eased herself off him. Aware that his eyes were following her every move, burning into her skin, Laura fought the impulse
to leap back on top of him, and set about retrieving her clothes. She swiped up her underwear and her T-shirt and dragged them on, trying not to respond to the way they scratched over her already highly sensitised skin.

Her shorts, however, lay beneath him. Laura bit her lip. Sprinting back home without them would encourage curtain twitching gossip she definitely didn't need. ‘Can you shift a bit?' she said, trying to yank on the inch of fabric she could see.

However Matt didn't budge. Apart from shooting his hand out to wrap itself round her wrist.

‘Laura, what's going on?'

‘Going on?' she said, her eyes jerking to his. Only minutes ago his eyes had been blazing with passion but his whole demeanour was stonier than granite. ‘Nothing's going on.'

‘So why the hurry?'

‘I have to get going.'

‘A little too wild and uncontrollable, huh?'

She stamped down on the blush that she could feel blooming inside her. ‘Not at all,' she said, aiming for a nonchalance she didn't feel. ‘I really do have to go. Like I said, I have plans.'

Matt released her, sprang to his feet and yanked on his jeans. ‘Right,' he said, his voice ice cold and devoid of emotion. ‘Sure. Then I guess you don't want lunch.'

With him standing there looking so gorgeous and rumpled in just his jeans, all Laura could think of was how much she did want lunch. With Matt as the main course. ‘Some other time perhaps,' she muttered, and legged it.

T
HREE
weeks later, Laura had just about managed to wipe Matt and that incredible afternoon from her mind. But it had been one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do.

For days afterwards she'd wafted around in a kind of dreamlike state, not entirely sure whether the whole thing had actually happened or if it had simply been a product of her imagination. It had been so amazing, so mind-blowing and, up until the moment she'd panicked, everything she'd imagined it would be.

Ruthlessly blocking out the way they'd parted, or rather the way she'd scarpered, she'd wallowed in the memories of the hour before, and as a result had got very little done.

If it hadn't been for the call from the headhunter a week ago she'd probably still be at it. Wandering round her house with a dreamy smile on her face, putting the milk in the bathroom cabinet and the toothpaste in the fridge.

To think that she might have missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime just because she'd been too busy drifting around in a daze…

Laura went cold and shuddered. It didn't bear thinking about. And neither did Matt. Not any longer. Now
she had to focus on her career. Her savings wouldn't last for ever and daydreaming wouldn't pay the bills.

This job, however, would not only pay the bills, it would also get her life firmly back on track.

The opportunity to head up the restoration project on the isolated island of Sassania was a dream come true. The country had been closed off to the outside world for years. As the result of a recent coup, the dictatorship had been overthrown and the borders had been thrown wide open.

The island had some of the finest examples of Baroque architecture in the world. Palaces and monuments she'd only ever read about. Palaces and monuments that were currently in a terrible state of repair and needed restoring.

Ideally, by her.

She'd emailed her CV to the headhunter virtually the moment she'd put the phone down, and to her delight had received a reply the next day inviting her for an interview.

Which was why she was now in London, taking her best friend out for dinner in return for a bed for the night before catching her crack-of-dawn flight in the morning.

‘So how is life in the country?' said Kate, plucking the umbrella out of her cocktail and taking a long slurp.

Dragging herself away from dusty palaces in tiny Mediterranean island kingdoms and back to trendy London restaurants, Laura picked up a fat juicy olive from the bowl and glanced across the table. ‘Quiet.'

‘I can imagine.'

No, she couldn't, but there was no way Laura was going to elaborate on what she'd been up to. Not when
she'd just managed to stop thinking about it. ‘How's the world of corporate law?'

Kate took another sip of her cocktail and sighed with pleasure. ‘Yum yum. You know, the usual. Nutty hours, problems galore and clients with egos the size of planets. I don't know why I do it.'

‘Because you love it.'

Kate grinned. ‘I guess I do.' She tilted her head. ‘Don't you miss all this?'

Laura glanced around the place Kate had suggested for dinner. A brand-new London restaurant that had shot to the top of the uber-cool lists the day after it had opened.

Against the deep red silk lining of the walls hung enormous canvases by some on-the-up artist. Tiny chandeliers hung above every one of the slate-grey tables, casting flatteringly low sparkling light over the clientele. Model-like waiters who were far too sultry and hip to ever crack a smile whizzed around with plates of food that looked beautiful and made her mouth water. The chatter was low, buzzing and probably far more sophisticated than she was.

Not all that long ago Laura had spent many of her evenings and weekends in places like this. Now she felt a bit like a foreigner.

‘Not really,' she muttered, slightly perturbed by the realisation.

‘I don't know how you can bear it,' said Kate with a tiny shudder. ‘I mean, no shops, no bars and all that greenery.' She wrinkled her nose. ‘It's just not natural.'

Stifling a smile at the irony, Laura shrugged. ‘I muddle along.'

‘But that's my point,' Kate said. ‘You don't have to
muddle along. I mean, I know things went a bit pear-shaped, but why you had to run off to the country is beyond me.'

A bit pear-shaped?
‘Yes, well, when your life implodes as spectacularly as mine did you can end up doing all sorts of out-of-character things.'

‘You could have come and stayed with me.'

Kate sounded a little piqued, and Laura gave her a smile. ‘I know. And I did appreciate the offer, but it was something I needed to sort out on my own.'

Plus Kate would have given her heaps of advice, which she'd have insisted Laura follow, and Laura would have been too wiped out to argue.

But not any more. No more taking the easy way out. No more falling in with other people's wishes all the time. If her afternoon with Matt had taught her one thing it was that going for what
she
wanted for a change could achieve some pretty spectacular results.

Not that she was thinking about him of course, she reminded herself, picking up a menu and letting her gaze drift over the other diners. The restaurant was packed with some seriously beautiful people. Not a hint of last year's fashion, nor an un-touched-up root in sight. She was surprised they'd let her in.

And to be honest she was kind of dreading the bill. Laura resisted the urge to slap herself on the forehead with her menu. She'd done it again, hadn't she? Gulped back a knot of panic when Kate had suggested this place, and said, yes, sure, why not.

Why, oh, why hadn't she been firmer, and told Kate they'd be going to the little Italian around the corner from her flat?

Feeling her spirits tumble, Laura's gaze bobbed across the room. She bet none of the people here was quite so
feeble. No. They'd all be decisive and in charge. They wouldn't flounder around and let others ride roughshod all over them.

And then her eyes snagged on a broad back and dark head and her heart practically stopped.

Oh, Lord. That looked just like Matt.

For a second Laura went dizzy. Then her heart began to gallop and heat whipped through every inch of her body. What was he doing here? Would he see her? Would he come over? What would she say if he did? What would she do if he
didn't
?

Her chest squeezed. Her mouth went dry. Oh, God. If he did come over she wouldn't just have to deal with him. She'd also have to deal with Kate, whose razor-sharp instinct would instantly pick up on the atmosphere, and who'd wring out every tiny detail and then hammer Laura with a barrage of ‘what were you thinking?'s and ‘but it's so unlike you's.

Laura took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down before her head exploded. It would be fine. She was a mature sensible adult who'd been through far worse. She'd simply channel the inner Amazon she was sure was lurking somewhere inside her, and be strong.

Nevertheless when all six foot plus of him got to his feet she caught and held her breath. Her pulse thundered. The blood rushed to her feet. He turned. Gave her a glimpse of his face.

And disappointment walloped her in the stomach.

It wasn't Matt.

Letting her breath out before she fainted, Laura blinked and turned her attention back to the menu. Of course it wouldn't have been Matt, she told herself sternly. That would have been too much of a coincidence and she didn't believe in coincidences.

She frowned and scanned the dishes. The weird sensation whirling around inside her wasn't disappointment. It was relief. That was all.

‘Quiet?' said Kate. ‘Hah! I knew it. So who is he?'

Laura froze and glanced up. The gleam in her friend's eye looked far too knowing for her liking. ‘Who is who?' she said deliberately vaguely.

‘The man that's put the weird look on your face.'

Laura's heart lurched. ‘That's not a man,' she muttered. ‘That's the dim lighting.' She squinted at the menu. ‘In fact I can barely read this. Maybe I need glasses.' She held it up to the beautiful but fairly useless light that hung above the table.

‘Rubbish,' said Kate.

‘I definitely need a dictionary.'

‘You look as if you've just had the fright of your life.'

‘Well, I haven't.' Except perhaps at the prices. ‘Whatever you're thinking you're wrong.'

‘No, I'm not. I'm a lawyer. I'm known for my tenacity and trained to notice things.'

But not, apparently, the waiter who, with exquisite timing, was hovering at their table ready to take their order.

Laura looked up at him and gave her saviour a wide smile. ‘I was wondering…what is the
rouget
?'

‘Red mullet, madam.'

‘Thank you. And the
poêlée de châtaignes
?'

‘Pan-fried chestnuts.'

There were two pages of dishes. With any luck by the time she'd got to the bottom of the second page, Kate might have got bored and moved on.

Hmm. Or perhaps not, she thought as Kate swiped
the menu out of her hands and beamed up at the waiter. ‘I'll have the lamb and she'll have the sea bass.'

Huh. Laura waited until he'd melted away before scowling at her friend.

‘What?' said Kate, arching an eyebrow.

‘I'm perfectly capable of ordering for myself.'

‘I know, but I have a feeling there's a story to be told and we don't have all night. Besides you always have sea bass'

Laura stiffened. ‘Maybe I was thinking about trying something different.'

Kate gave a little snort of disbelief. ‘You were stalling. And when have you ever tried something different?'

Laura bristled. Was she really so boringly predictable? ‘That's not fair. I do try different things.'

‘Like what?' Kate's eyes zoomed in on her.

Like jumping into bed with scorchingly hot neighbours. Not that she intended to use
that
as an example. ‘Fine.' She shrugged as if she couldn't be less bothered, and took a sip of her drink. ‘I don't. Boring and predictable, that's me.'

Kate's blue gaze turned piercing. ‘I think you lie.'

‘Think what you like.'

‘Come on,' said Kate, adding a wheedling smile to the penetrating stare. ‘I know something's up and it's got “man” written all over it. I'm not going to give up until you tell me so you might as well give in now and get it over with.'

Not for the first time, Laura could see why Kate was so successful at what she did. Dogs and bones sprang to mind. Stifling a sigh, she weighed up her options. Denial and a battle with Kate's formidable persistence, which would last all evening, or half an hour of interrogation,
which would be sharp but probably short and would allow her to enjoy the rest of her sea bass.

Hmm. If she wanted to be on top form for tomorrow she didn't have much of a choice. ‘OK,' she said, bracing herself, ‘you're right.'

‘Aha.' Kate grinned in triumph. ‘I knew it.' She signalled for two more drinks and sat back. ‘You'd better tell me everything.'

Ten minutes and two cocktails later, Laura had finished her rundown of almost everything, and was now watching her friend with faint amusement. She didn't think she'd ever seen Kate lost for words before. She was sitting there, her eyes wide and her jaw almost on the floor. Even the arrival of their food didn't snap Kate out of her state of shock.

Laura decided to leave her to it and tucked in. Popping a forkful of fish in her mouth, she sighed in appreciation. As annoyingly hip as the restaurant was, the food was spectacular.

‘Well,' said Kate, eventually pulling herself together and regaining the ability to speak.

‘Your lamb is getting cold,' Laura pointed out.

‘Sod the lamb,' Kate said, still looking on utterly shell-shocked. ‘Let me get this straight. You ogle. You engage in confrontation. You stand your ground. And then you have sex with a man you've only just met.'

‘Yes.' Laura took another mouthful and decided that for all the benefits of the countryside, it didn't do food like this.

Kate's mouth opened then closed. ‘To be honest I don't know which part of the whole thing I'm more shocked by.'

‘I thought it was time for a change.' Hah. Who was predictable now?

‘Have you seen him since?'

‘No.' She'd known he'd stayed the rest of the weekend but he'd kept himself to himself. Not that she'd been keeping a special eye out or anything.

‘Do you intend to?'

‘Absolutely not. It was a one-night—afternoon—stand. Non-repetition is kind of the point.'

There was another long silence as Kate absorbed this information. ‘Who are you and what have you done with my friend?'

‘Ha-ha.'

‘I knew moving to the country was dangerous,' Kate muttered, picking up her knife and fork and attacking her lamb. ‘You're unhinged.'

Undoubtedly. But that had happened long before she'd met Matt. ‘If I am,' said Laura darkly as the image of her ex-boyfriend in bed with his secretary flashed into her head, ‘it has nothing to do with geography.'

Kate gave her a sympathetic smile. ‘No, well, I suppose I can see why you might need a bit of an ego boost. Lying cheating bastard.'

Laura couldn't help smiling at the disgust in Kate's voice. ‘Yup.'

‘You know, I still can't believe he did that. To you of all people.' Kate shook her head in bafflement. ‘I mean, you're one of the most easy-going people I know.'

‘Too easy-going apparently.'

‘What?'

‘Paul said that I was partly to blame for his affair.'

Kate's jaw dropped. ‘The cheek,' she muttered. ‘How did he work that one out?'

‘He said I was too acquiescent. That if I'd stood up to him a bit more, been a bit more demanding, he might have thought twice about bonking his secretary.'