The Millionaire Affair

He held out the shopping she had left in his car and stood his ground.

‘We started off on the wrong foot,’ he said. ‘My fault. I’m really sorry. Can we start again?’

Lisa was unimpressed. ‘Is this the charm offensive now?’

A faint look of annoyance crossed the handsome face.

And it was handsome, Lisa had to admit. He had deep-set eyes over high cheekbones and a thin, haughty nose. And his mouth! In the days before she had decided men were a waste of space Lisa had been rather a connoisseur of mouths. And in this one, wide and mobile, she read sensuality warring with control. Which would win if it came to all-out war? she pondered. It would be a challenge to find out.

Lisa came to herself with a start. Would have been a challenge, she corrected herself. Would have been. In the past. In the days when she had still been playing games like that. Now the whole idea left her unmoved. Didn’t it?

Nikolai curbed his annoyance and permitted himself to look penitent.

‘I was unfair,’ he said mendaciously. ‘Put it down to my affection for Tatiana. Let me make amends. Why don’t I buy you a late lunch?’

Lisa gaped.

His smile deepened the lights in his eyes until they looked as warm as a friendly fire on a dark night. It was the sort of smile a lot of girls would dream about turning to…drowning in… Fortunately she was not one of them, Lisa reminded herself.

‘Why?’ she croaked.

‘You can tell me all about your arrangement with my aunt Tatiana. And I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me.’

She toyed with the idea of saying she didn’t want to know a thing about him. Then she saw his expression. That was exactly what he was expecting her to say. Lisa stopped herself just in time.

‘A name would be nice,’ she said drily.

And saw with real triumph the way the phoney warmth flickered out.

Nikolai recovered quickly. ‘I’m sorry. Nikolai Ivanov.’

He held out a hand. To her own annoyance, Lisa found herself shaking it. His fingers were long and she had that tingling sensation of his physical strength again. She pulled her hand away.

‘Hello and goodbye,’ she said curtly.

‘I told you, we need to get better acquainted,’ he drawled, amused. ‘Come on, have a meal with me. Call it compensation for waking you up.’ Nikolai’s voice was soft, but he sounded horribly determined.

Lisa felt a shiver of reaction. She hung onto her cool irreverence. But it was an effort. ‘No need.’

‘Oh, but there is.’ He smiled straight into her eyes. ‘If you don’t come, we’ll both die of—shall we call it curiosity?’

Lisa could hear the blood pounding in her ears. How did he do that? She swallowed.

Hardly believing it, she heard herself say, ‘All right. Let me unload the groceries and you can take me to 192.’

Nikolai nodded, without comment.

She wasn’t sure whether that indicated that he knew the fashionable local brasserie or that he accepted her acquiescence. Probably the latter, thought Lisa, annoyed with herself. To judge by his expression it was only what he’d expected.

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