had to be a way around sharing a bed with this man on a nightly basis. She knew herself. Too much of a good thing… “I could get up before she gets here and she’d never know.”
“She’d know.” Andrew advanced until he stood before her. He clamped his hands on her shoulders and drew her to him. His voice lowered to a provocative level. “For Mrs. Fitzwillie to believe anything less than we’re passionately, head-over-heels in love is not acceptable.” His hands slid to her upper arms in a caress.
Expensive cologne mingled with his essential maleness, the heady scent intoxicating her. Even as she swayed toward him, she objected, “I’m not sure either one of us is up to pretending to be head-over-heels in love.”
His breath brushed the planes of her face as he lowered his mouth to hers. “Then we’ll just have to practice.”
His lips nuzzled and nipped at hers until she responded to his sensual coaxing. His tongue teased the moist heat of her mouth and her nipples tightened in desire of such ministrations. An aching lethargy unfurled between her thighs.
The giving, generous kiss brought to mind his consideration for Mrs. Fitzwillie. Kat anticipated cool courtesy for his employee, but his tender concern dismayed her. The thought had her wriggling out of his arms and stepping out of reach.
His eyes questioned her. The hand he ran through his midnight-black hair trembled.
“I’ll do my best to uphold my end with Mrs. Fitzwillie.” Her own hand proved unsteady as she combed her fingers through her hair, but she strove for a flippant tone. “And we’ll share this bed, but just for the record, Toto always sleeps in my room.”
“Not on the bed.”
“No, he has his own bed, but in the room.” Kat swallowed a smirk. One night of Toto’s snoring and Andrew would beg her to move into a guest room.
“Okay.”
Kat backed toward the bedroom door. “I’ll go get my suitcase.”
“Can I help?” Every vestige of softness and passion had vanished, replaced by his customary cool and correct demeanor.
She heaved a sigh of relief. This was the Andrew she knew and didn’t find dangerously endearing.
“No, that’s not necessary.” She knew she had to clamp down on thoughts of
She closed the door behind her on the thick silence.
Sometimes self-preservation was a bitch.
4
DAMN HIS WIFE with her perky breasts and sleek legs! Andrew stalked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face. Twice now in as many weeks, she’d referred to intimacy with him as a waste of time unless it involved procreation. What, did she consider his ego her own personal trampoline to trounce on whenever she felt the urge?
Spending plenty of time at the office in the upcoming months sounded like a plan. He could decidedly do without desperately wanting to bury himself in that quixotic woman while she casually announced making love was a chore they could postpone until she was ovulating.
Cold water trickled under the edge of his collar. The cool marble counter beneath his fingertips soothed his male pride. His partnership hovered within his grasp. It was all that had ever mattered. It was all that mattered now.
He heard his
He opened the bathroom door and found her engaged in a futile wrestling match with a suitcase nearly her size. Her contortions molded her dress across her rounded behind and hiked her hemline to midthigh.
Desperate for a distraction, he offered, “If you let me help you with that, I’ll still respect you in the morning.”
The faint blush that crept up her cheeks surprised him.
“I guess I could use some help,” she conceded.
He hauled the behemoth on top of the bed and felt a rising tide of annoyance at the thought of her dragging the heavy case all the way from her car rather than accept his earlier offer of help.
However, his irritation vanished as insight blindsided him. Kat hadn’t conceded anything to him when she’d agreed not to touch his money in their prenuptial agreement. Oh, she’d used it as a selling point when she’d presented her case, but he’d bet not touching his money was more important to Kat than to him. Beneath her unorthodox manner lay a formidable streak of independence.
“It must’ve been galling to need a husband,” he said casually as he dropped to the bed.
She unzipped her suitcase and faced him clutching a handful of serviceable white underwear. “Which dresser drawers do I get?”
“Those three.” Andrew motioned to the trio nearest the bathroom.
She didn’t respond until she’d pitched the cotton panties into the drawer and turned to stare him in the eye, her blue gaze unwavering. “Not particularly galling. More along the lines of inconvenient.”
He groaned mentally. Now she’d relegated him to an inconvenience. “One thing you couldn’t take care of on your own?”
“You don’t have to make it sound as if I’m eccentric.”
“I’d settle for unusual.”
“Nothing unusual, nothing eccentric, nothing hidden. What you see is what you get. This is it.” She threw her arms wide and then dropped them to her side. “I just don’t want to be played for a fool again. Ever. I freely admit to making a fool of myself occasionally. And I’ve been known to do things others considered somewhat foolish- marrying you, according to Jackson-but I will never, ever allow anyone to play me for a fool again.”
Andrew uttered a single word. “Nick?”
Kat carried another handful of underwear to the drawer and nodded. “While an international audience watched-so, thank you very much, once was enough.”
Would she think he’d played her for a fool? That hadn’t been his intent in changing the terms of their prenuptial agreement. Rather he’d seen it as simply protecting his own. He knew Kat’s interpretation would differ. It was a good thing he wasn’t in this for the long haul or committed to a real marriage because he’d shot that chance to hell with those contract changes.
“Devereaux was a fool.” A nagging sense of guilt lent his voice harshness.
Her sunny smile seared him. “I appreciate your gallantry, but actually Nick did me a favor. I took a good hard look at my life, reevaluated my priorities, and learned an important lesson.”
Kat brushed her hands together, dismissing the subject, and rooted through the jumbled mess in her suitcase. She pulled out a gift-wrapped package and tossed it onto the bed between them. “I bought you a wedding gift this morning.” Her voice was demure, but her eyes danced with devilment.
Andrew played her game and prodded the package with one finger. “Should I expect an explosion?”
A sly smile curved her full lips. “That depends on you.”
He picked up the package-obviously a book-and ripped at the paper, fully expecting how-to instructions on becoming pregnant with the least amount of bother.
However, one glimpse at the cover and a gut-wrenching laugh rumbled through him. “I’ll treasure it always.” He grinned at her cheekiness. “It was far too thoughtful.”
His own playful attitude sobered him. He reminded himself she was a means to an end. The key to his partnership. Nothing more.
He shoved off the bed. “I’m heading into the office for a couple of hours. I’ll be back around five. Make yourself at home.”
Andrew placed
