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Оглавление“Vectra, she—she gave me a key.”
“That’s obvious.” Oliver’s smirk seemed to elevate the usual roguish light in his eyes as he listened to Minka stammer her explanation.
“I was just taking a bath...”
“I can tell.” The hungry intensity of his expression fused with something softer, more amused. He knew she was beyond nervous, and it was beyond endearing.
Minka responded with an absent nod. She was still too stunned by the fact that Oliver Bauer was actually there in the doorway to remember that she was still naked. The bubbles and water had long since evaporated.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
His mouth twitched on the cusp of a grin, which he shielded by holding a hand to his jaw in the pretense of rubbing it. Once the need to smile had been somewhat stifled, he made an effort to reply. “I’ll explain if you don’t mind us continuing this downstairs? It’s getting pretty hard for me to think the way I should.”
When she continued to stare as if bewildered, Oliver took another pointed appraisal of her body. He began at the red-wine polish adorning her toes. The shade accentuated the dark chocolate flawlessness of her skin. What she lacked in height, she made up for in curves. His gaze settled to her chest—again. The firm, flawlessly dark globes heaved with an unknowing sensuality as she watched him with utter obliviousness.
Minka blinked slowly once, twice, as though she were rising out of a dreamy fog. At last her attention shifted, following the trail of Oliver’s stare, and taking in her state of undress.
“Right.” She sighed, then muttered an inaudible curse. She moved to the cabinets where she’d seen a collection of towels folded during her earlier inspection of the bath.
Clearing her head with a shake, she grabbed a towel. It wasn’t a bath sheet, but it would do. Quickly she wrapped herself in it and turned.
Oliver Bauer was gone.
* * *
The aroma of brewing coffee stimulated Minka’s nostrils as she crossed into the connecting bedroom suite. She’d left a robe on the bed, not bothering to carry it with her into the bath. Of course, then she hadn’t been expecting that she’d be visited by her hostess’s unfairly sexy older brother.
Those words, and all that they implied, echoed in her mind for a time. Minka gave another quick shake of her head in the hopes of warding off scorching images of what might have played out during their encounter.
The idea almost made her laugh. Anything between her and Oliver would definitely have to be tabled, no matter how much she’d love to explore it. The old saying about never mixing business with pleasure was popular for a reason. Such a rule had served her well, and she wasn’t about to abandon it now. No matter how tempting it was to do so.
