Читать книгу Rebellion of a Chalet Girl: - Lorraine Wilson - Страница 8

"Oh?" The word barely made it out of her mouth, all the air in her lungs had mysteriously vanished. She stared at the dark chest hair visible at the exposed neck of his formal white shirt, her cheeks burning.

"But there's one thing I need to be upfront about Tash." Nate's tone changed from flirtatious to serious.

"What's that?" She continued to clutch her arms across her body, as though that might protect her from the force of nature that was Nate Campbell.

"My work is everything to me,” he said. “Fun always has to come second. And I don't do complicated, I haven't time for complicated."

Huh?

A stirring of indignation at his presumption rose above the haze of sexual desire.

"Aren't you making a bit of an assumption here?" She narrowed her eyes into a fierce expression that usually cowed lesser mortals. "We've just met and I thought we were talking about me showing you around Verbier?"

He laughed then, eyes sparking with good humour. "And I thought you didn't do all that small talk bullshit? I like you and you like me. We both know it so what's the point in pretending otherwise? Scientists have proven we know if we're attracted to someone within ninety seconds to four minutes of meeting them. Fact. Why waste time sending oblique signals? We can have fun if you like, or not. It's up to you."

He shrugged as though he could take her or leave her, it was all the same to him and Tash's hands itched to slap him. And then rip his clothes off.

"Actually, you know, you were right." Tash smiled as sweetly as she could manage and backed towards to the door.

"Oh?" Nate unbuttoned his shirt, his smile sexy and confident

Tash swallowed hard at the bare chest he revealed, at the hair snaking down from taut, toned muscles into the waistband of his tailored suit trousers. Was he actually planning to strip in front of her? Ask her to do it here and now while the others were just in the next room? It was tempting to wait and see just how much he was going to strip off.

Maybe this was a test or some kind of stupid joke? Perhaps he was hoping to shock her.

As if.

Shock tactics were Tash's usual move. She couldn't help but admire him for stealing her moves.

And hate him.

God, I'm in trouble.

"I think small talk is sometimes necessary. Not bothering with it can be…rude." Tash said, wrenching her eyes away from Nate's naked torso.

He heaved a pretend sigh and sank down onto the bed. "Okay, like I said, I can do small talk when necessary. Later maybe. In the meantime could you see if you can get my luggage sent to my room? My PA knows which bags I need. Thanks."

Dismissed.

How had he turned her excellent put-down into a command for her to obey him in under a minute?

It was almost impressive.

Tash turned and did something totally alien to her nature - she fled, not bothering to stay to try and have the last word. Nate's low chuckle tickled her spine and turned her legs to jelly.

Shit, that man is dangerous. I shouldn't even be thinking about playing his games. It's crazy. I need to remember it's just hormones. If I can't control them then I'm as shallow as Rebecca.