“Music played softly, and she recognised that it was Bach-one of me Brandenburg concertos. It was all persuasively, beguilingly comfortable. And she was nearly, but not quite , lulled into acceptance... She struggled to sit up straight. 'Where are we going?' she demanded huskily. 'To the hotel,' he said. 'Where else?' 'I'd prefer lo go back to my own flat.' 'Which I'm sure has only a single bed,' Nick returned. 'We'll be marginally more comfortable at the Majestic, as I'm sure you'll appreciate....' Cally drew a quick, angry breath. 'But you said—you promised... Oh, God, I should have known I couldn't trust you.' 'And I feel the same about you, darling. Did you really think I'd let you out of my sight?' He shook his head. 'No, Cally. You're spending the night with me. And, it's not lust, merely a safely precaution,' he added drily. 'But I have to go to the flat,' she protested. 'There are things I need—clothes and stuff.' 'If the clothing bears any resemblance lo what you're wearing now, I suggest you leave it there,' he told her coolly.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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