Читать книгу Hired: The Italian's Convenient Mistress - Carol Marinelli - Страница 2
Оглавление‘Elijah, what on—?’
She never got to finish, never got to say another word, because his mouth was on hers, his flesh pressing hers, his skin warm against her frozen cheeks. He pinned her against the wall, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, as he took her icy hands. Then, just as she regrouped, just as she opened her mouth to speak, his lips hushed her again. She could feel him pressing a ring on her finger.
The whole intoxicating, dizzying contact took seconds, perhaps, but it utterly, utterly spun her mind. This kiss was nothing like the one they had shared last night.
She pushed him back, frightened by his fervour, till her eyes met his. She frowned at the silent plea she saw there… Another presence was making itself known—a figure on the peripheries of her vision, walking down the hall.
‘Ms Anderson!’ Elijah’s hand gripped hers tightly. ‘This is Ainslie…’
‘Ainslie?’
The middle-aged woman was picking up Guido. Maybe she was an aunt Elijah had discovered? Maybe the relatives had arrived and they were talking? Or a neighbour, perhaps? All these thoughts whirred through her head as a very dishevelled and bemused Ainslie offered her hand.
‘Is this the nanny?’
‘The nanny?’ Elijah let out a slightly incredulous laugh. ‘Heavens, no—didn’t I tell you? Ainslie is my fiancée.’
