Mistress To Married Man...No Way!

king as this one. From head to foot she was something else...built on a s

n't wearing high heels. Her hair was an instant tactile temptation, a softly curved fall to

ntre of her chin line, and the long neck below it promised an alluring suppleness. Her honey-gol

s, a modest dress but boldly coloured in an abstract floral pattern on black. Splotches of lemon, orange, lime green, turquoise

strong individual. Certainly no shy violet or clinging vine. A long dormant excitement

move forward to formalise his mother's introduction. Lovely, almond-shaped, green eyes, as uni

King," she said with cool delib

g impersona

it in his own, liking the soft, silky warmth of it. His smile was controlled into a mere expression of f

comfortable with it," he assured her. "And since the resort als

ered smoothly, starti

ctly a rude rejection of contact, more a discomfort with it. Did she sense what she was stirring in him? Was she stirred herself? Her eyes

... I doubt Miranda Wade would be i

ed, wondering if she was a raging femi

ould be fine," she

ded and disconnected himself from her by turn

n," came the r

billiard room. Miranda Wade was not a woman to be rushed. That much was obvious. He h

interest? Resolving to simply sit and watch the interplay between them, Nathan returned with the drinks, ironically amused at the wa

ed onto a sofa that could have invited sharing, but that option had not been taken up by the fair Miranda. She nodded to a drink coaster on th

efly from her conversation with his

t linger, didn't attempt to draw her attention. A two-year contract gave him plenty

uietly, watching for any reservatio

my retorted, mi

ed. "Your bus

gaze he slanted at Miranda. However his mouth made a wr

his chair, content with the confirmation that his b

nists preach wanting men, not needing them? Sexual freedom? Tak

barramundi, and now a melt-in-themouth passion-fruit mousse. Dining with the Kings was certainly a testing experience, b

aid, the turn of his head towards her, the silent force of his concentrated attention. She sensed he was cataloguing her que

mpression he had left was one of branding her with his imprint. She wished he wasn't quite so big, so overwhelmingly male. It made her ridic

it, had been very relaxed in their manner towards her, friendly, helpful, informative. And t

alls were of birds and executed in splendid detail. Everything looked in mint condition and Miranda wondered about the household staff.

da to do the regular tourist trips before the season really gets underway at

s still laid up with

pilot at the resort, a generally pleasant young woman, though blunt

gle Range, day after tomorrow. Mir