“I’m pleased to hear you say that, Thomas,” she answered in her most syrupy voice, deliberately trying to annoy Aidan to pay him back. “The doctors are being extremely careful, and as I have the responsibility of my younger brother, I need to be cautious with my health.”
“Follow their instructions to the letter,” Thomas replied, leaning even closer. “I wouldn’t want a repeat of this episode. It scared me to death.” He made it personal, his hand reaching out to rest on her knee.
For some reason, his touch repelled her. The coffee cup balanced in his other hand suddenly shifted, and the hot liquid spilled over his hand and wrist. With a cry he clattered the cup onto the tray, in the process managing to drag his arm across the cream puffs. The sleeve of his immaculate suit came away covered in goo.
“Oh, Thomas.” Alexandria tried to jump to her feet to help him, but Aidan’s hands kept her in place. I know you did that, you Neanderthal! Don’t for one minute try your innocent act, because it won’t work. You’re deliberately embarrassing the man. She accused Aidan of it hotly, working hard to avoid any humor welling to the surface.
He can keep his damned hands to himself.Aidan was calmly unrepentant in the face of her wrath.
You keep touching me whenever the mood strikes you. That’s rather like the pot calling the kettle black. Stop provoking him. I want this job.
The idiot is so besotted with you, he would stand on his head if you demanded it. The job is not going anywhere.
No one says besotted anymore.She couldn’t think of a scathing enough retort. Aidan acted so completely without remorse. To add to her seething anger, she could hear that unmistakable note of amusement in his black velvet voice.
“I’m sorry, Alexandria.” Thomas was mortified. It was those damn amber eyes watching his every move, waiting, just waiting. It was eerie and disturbing, that predator’s stare. He felt like a rabbit, prey for a wolf. Then he again cursed his own imagination. He gave Alexandria his most winning smile, trying to ignore the man standing behind her chair. Savage gave an impression of indolence, but Thomas wasn’t deceived. Whoever this man was, he was a force to be reckoned with. He had staked a claim on Alexandria and was clearly warning Thomas off.
“Don’t worry about it, Thomas. The tray was too close. In any case, the damage is to your suit, not me.”
Alexandria’s voice was so soothing and peaceful, seeming to surround him, relaxing him.
“Alexandria is tired, Mr. Ivan. I must insist she rest now.” Aidan’s golden stare was unwavering. “I trust you are now satisfied I am not holding her prisoner in my dungeon.” He paused. “And in the future, Mr. Ivan, if you wish to know something about me or my staff, I assure you, a private investigator is a waste of your money. I will be happy to answer any questions you have.” His smile was amicable, but his powerful white teeth gave Thomas the illusion of being stalked by a wolf. There was absolutely no warmth in those golden, unnerving eyes.
Thomas rose to his feet, hating the fear swirling deep within his gut and the humiliation of being summarily dismissed by the man under the guise of concern for Alexandria’s health. But he could be patient. She would be working with him. They would be alone, and there wasn’t a thing Aidan Savage could do about it.
“I regret any inconvenience my concern for Alexandria caused you. I was very worried about her well-being.”
Ignoring Aidan’s hands on her shoulders, Alexandria rose with him. “We understand. Although, I assure you, Aidan is a good man and would never harm Joshua or me. You had absolutely nothing to worry about.”
Thomas looked over her head to directly challenge Aidan. “Oh, I’m sure you’re right about that.” He understood the bastard, but Alexandria was far too innocent to realize just what kind of a man Savage really was. There had to be skeletons in his closet, a body or two in his past. Thomas intended to find every one of them. Deliberately he smiled at the man, a cool, intentional threat. “Mr. Savage and I understand one another quite well, Alex. I will call you later.”
She was following him to the door. As he paused on the front porch, he turned and raised a hand to touch her cheek, certain her skin would be as soft as it looked. For a moment his heart seemed to stop, and his breath caught in his throat. No woman had ever affected him as she did. But even as he reached out to cup her face, he heard an angry buzzing, and a huge black bee dive-bombed him from out of nowhere.
With an oath, Thomas jumped back, swatting ineffectually at the persistent insect. As his left foot came down he turned his ankle and nearly fell.
Alexandria’s hand covered her mouth in horror. Aidan, stop it right now!
I cannot imagine what you are accusing me of,Aidan returned innocently from the living room. His voice was unconcerned, virtuous, and placid.
Thomas fled down the driveway to the safety of his car. Damn the man, damn the house, and damn every awkward thing that had happened! Savage was not going to drive him away forever! From the sanctuary of his vehicle, he waved to Alexandria, happy to see that she looked somewhat distressed for him. He almost wished he had allowed the bee to sting him; she might have insisted on nursing him back to health.
Alexandria shut the door with more force than was necessary. “You are the most infuriating man in the world,” she accused him.
Aidan raised an eyebrow. “One of my more annoying yet endearing qualities.” His slow, sexy smile was teasing.
Alexandria nearly lost her train of thought, distracted by the melting warmth that smile caused. Abruptly she caught herself, straightening her shoulders and summoning as much anger as she could manage under the circumstances. “Nothing about you is endearing. That was so... so—” She broke off, searching for the right word, but her vocabulary failed her. Nobody should have his smile.
“Brilliant?” he prompted, helping her out.
“ Insensitivecomesto mind. Childish. Are you going to behave this way every time he comes here?”
Her hands were on her slender hips, her sapphire eyes flashing sparks. He wanted to kiss her. His golden eyes warmed, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. Instantly her body responded to that dark, sensual look. She backed away from him hastily, her hands up for protection. “Don’t you dare, you escapee from an insane asylum.”
“Do not dare what?” His voice was soft, mesmerizing, seductive.
She could feel the touch of it like fingers stroking her skin. She ached with it, went liquid with it. “Just stay across the room from me. I mean it, Aidan. You’re lethal. You ought to be locked up.”
“But I have not done anything.” He smiled and moved slowly toward her. “Yet.”
“Marie!” In a panic, Alexandria called out as loudly as she could.
Aidan laughed as the housekeeper hurried in. Little coward, run while you can. Although they were half a room apart and Marie was squarely between them, Alexandria felt the brush of his fingers on her skin, her face, her throat. They trailed lower, feather-light, to touch the aching swell of her breast before the sensation was gone.
“What is it, Alexandria?” Marie asked, her hands on her hips, glaring at Aidan.
He held up a placating hand, laughing. “I am innocent. I was a perfect gentleman to her visitor.”
“He spilled Thomas’s coffee, made him sneeze, smeared whipped cream over him, and chased him with a bee,” Alexandria accused. While Marie struggled to keep a straight face, Alexandria delivered the final outrage. “And he was going to wither my flowers.”
“Aidan!” Marie reprimanded sharply, but there was laughter in her eyes.