Annie West - Sultry Nights - Mistress to the Merciless Millionaire / The Savakis Mistress / Ruthless Tycoon, Inexperienced Mistress

‘Come on—let’s show the men a thing or two.’

Kate’s attention returned to the present. It was just the three of them in the Jeep—Rosie sleepy in the back, Tiarnan driving. She snuck a look at his proud profile as he drove. Anne-Marie was wrong, Tiarnan most certainly was an island, and there was no room on it for her except as a temporary bed companion. The sooner she could come to terms with that, the better.

After dinner Kate offered to go and see if Rosie was tucked into bed. Tiarnan caught her hand to pull her back and said with a seductive drawl, ‘I didn’t bring you here to act as a nanny to Rosie.’

Kate looked down at him and her heart twisted. They’d all showered and changed as soon as they’d got back, and Tiarnan looked heart-stoppingly handsome with damp hair, in a clean shirt and worn jeans. His blue eyes were even more intense against the slight tan he’d already acquired in one day.

She pulled her hand free. ‘Don’t worry. I know exactly why I’m here, Tiarnan. We both do.’

Something in her voice or expression caught him and caused an ache in the region of his chest, but he had no idea why. He watched her walk out, her sexy cut-off shorts effortlessly showcasing her long lissom legs. She wore a peasant-style top and her hair was loose down her back, slightly darker as it was still a little damp. Her scent hovered on the air and he had to fight not to close his eyes and savour it.

Slightly irritated with himself for this moonstruck streak he wasn’t used to, he turned back to the table and drank down the rest of his wine. Along with the heat of desire that washed through him in waves was a much more ambiguous feeling.

He’d expected Kate to suffer somewhat through the day, having to spend it en famille . But she had smiled and gelled with everyone immediately. She’d seemed to genuinely enjoy herself—and the rambunctious nature of Mama Lucille’s family. He’d seen her talking to Anne-Marie, laughing easily, as if they’d known each other for years.

She’d been quite happy to muck in and help out with the food and children too, assuming a natural gentle authority which had taken him by surprise. When they’d been playing football he’d seen her go to pick up one of the smaller children who’d been accidentally knocked over without a moment’s hesitation, and even though she didn’t even know him, she’d hugged him close and kissed him better, so that by the time the father had rushed over the child had been clinging to Kate and playing happily with her blonde hair.

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