Shes a very pretty woman, he commented, probing for a response, and every nerve in his body waited for Maxwells answer.
Maxwell shot him an incredulous look. Pretty? Shes bloody beautiful. Shes so subtle, so understated, that you have to really look to see how pure and classic her face is.
Rome had seen her face glowing with pleasure, her lips swollen from his kisses and begging for more. He was proceeding at an excruciatingly slow pace, waiting for a signal from her that she was feeling the frustration of ending their evenings with only kisses. Yes, she liked his kisses, but there was still an aloofness to her that he hadnt been able to break, and no matter how torridly she kissed him, she didnt invite him further. He was beginning to feel desperate, his body aching for release. Hed been devoting his evenings to her, so thered been no casual meeting with any other woman to relieve his sexual urges. He hadnt come up against such a mental stone wall since hed been a randy teenager, determinedly trying to seduce his virginal girlfriend every Friday night in the backseat of his car.
But if Sarah ever lost her self-control enough to give in to passion, it would be with him. Hed be damned if hed let Maxwell see her with that cool reserve melted into primitive heat and longing. Her desire would be his, and his alone.
Ive noticed how she looks, he said evenly, but his tone signaled a warning to the other man. Maxwell looked at him sharply, then sighed.
So, youve beaten me to her, have you?
Ive known her for years, Rome replied obliquely.
That elicited a snort from Maxwell. Ive known my mothers housekeeper for years too, but I dont warn men away from her.
Rome laughed, something that had become easier during this past week. Despite himself, he liked Maxwell. Max might pursue Sarah relentlessly, but hed never be sneaky about it; hed simply take his chances. That made no difference to Romes determination to have her all to himself, but he relaxed, his eyes meeting Maxs with complete masculine understanding.
Max shrugged with an elegant movement of his lean shoulders. Ill be waiting in the wings, if you should fail.
Im reassured, Rome said sardonically.
Max smiled at him wryly. Dont be.
Chapter 3
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The cocktail party to welcome Max to the Dallas headquarters was overflowing with people anxious to be seen by and talk with the upper echelon of Spencer-Nyle. Rome, Mr. Edwards, and Max were the center of attention, as they were the triumvirate that controlled billions of dollars and thousands of jobs. Mr. Edwards, a lean, quiet man whose shrewdness and corporate savvy had kept him at the top for fifteen years, had hand-chosen his lieutenants and been well-rewarded for his trust in them. Rome was being groomed for the chairmanship, which he would certainly attain when Mr. Edwards retired. Watching the ambitious young executives swarm around him, Sarah realized that it was common knowledge, up and down the ranks, that Rome was Mr. Edwardss chosen successor. Max, on the other hand, was an unknown, but already there was an ease between him and his superiors that told everyone he was on the inside.
Tired of being pumped for information about Max, Sarah developed the strategy of staying on the move. It took a well-planned schedule to move in, take up a handful of peanuts or dip a stalk of celery into the cheese dip, then waltz on without pausing long enough to give anyone an opening. She clutched her single drink of the evening in her hand, taking tiny sips and trying to eat enough to absorb the alcohol before it could go to her head. Earlier, a quick foray into the tiny kitchen, where the caterers were frantically trying to keep pace with the appetites of the guests, had produced a small glass of milk, which she had slugged back with all the delicacy of a stevedore downing his first frosty beer after working all day in hundred-degree heat.
Youre gobbling peanuts like youve been on a starvation diet, Rome said in her ear, startling her. He took the cocktail from her hand and replaced it with a tall glass filled with a pale amber liquid and ice cubes. There. Drink this instead. Ginger ale. He winked at her, and finished the cocktail for her.
Ive already raided the refrigerator for milk, she laughed, her eyes twinkling up at him. Did you think I was in danger of falling on my face before the party was over?
He regarded her somberly, noting that there was no hint of the usual sadness in her eyes that night. Whether it was the small amount of alcohol shed drunk that made her laugh so gaily, or whether something had happened to make her happy, he didnt know, but it didnt matter. Since it was as much a business occasion as a social one, he hadnt brought her to the party, but he fully intended to visit her when it was over. From the way she was looking at him now, she might be relaxing those invisible restraints that had kept her from responding to him more fully.
No, youd never do anything as disgraceful as getting drunk, he finally said in answer to her question. Youre too much the perfect secretary. You already have Max eating out of your hand.
Max is a dear, Sarah responded warmly, looking around for his tall, graceful figure and missing the way Romes eyes darkened to a stormy black. I was fond of Mr. Graham, but Ill admit that I enjoy working with Max more. Max keeps things hopping.
Introducing Max into the conversation had been a mistake. Rome moved instinctively, placing himself between Sarah and the rest of the room, blocking her view of Max.
Do you mind if I come over tonight? he asked, but there was a harsh note in his voice that commanded rather than asked, and Sarah eyed him warily.
If you like. I wasnt going to stay much longer anyway. Have you had dinner, or is this all youve had too? With a wave of her hand, she indicated the colorful but unfulfilling array of dips, snacks, and fresh vegetables that shed been raiding all evening.
Rome had a healthy appetite. Im starving, he admitted. Do you want to go out for a late dinner?
No, I think Id rather stay home, she said, after considering the invitation for a moment. I have some chicken left over from yesterday; how do you feel about chicken sandwiches?
Id trade all that rabbit food for just one chicken sandwich. His mood lightening, he grinned at her, and Sarah smiled in return. He was more relaxed with her now than hed ever been before, and she was blooming under his attention. Perhaps he was beginning to think of her as something other than a friend; the hope of it made her radiant, and the glow of her face beckoned more than one glance from the other men in the room.
Suddenly Max was at Romes elbow, his smile tender as he looked at Sarah.
You really should be by my side, he said lightly, noting how well the apricot color of her dress suited her creamy complexion. After all, Im still totally lost without you. Without you to point me in the right direction these last few days, Id have made a perfect idiot of myself.
Hed already stretched his hand out for Sarah when Rome forestalled him by extending his own arm, blocking the gesture. Something hard and frightening was in his dark face as he looked at Max. Ive already warned you once, he said with soft, purring menace. Sarah is off-limits to you.
Rome! Shocked, taken completely off guard, Sarah gasped his name, dismay filling her. How could he behave like this at a business function?
She isnt wearing your ring, Max pointed out calmly, not turning a hair. Youll have to take your chances.
White with distress at the way a casual, lighthearted conversation had turned so abruptly into barely restrained male aggression, Sarah stepped back from both of them. Stop it! she ordered, her voice shaking so much that it was barely above a whisper. Dont either of you dare say another word!
Romes nostrils flared and he moved swiftly, his hard arm passing around Sarahs slender waist. Im taking Sarah home, he said deliberately, his hard fingers biting into her soft flesh. His words were loud enough to be heard, and several people turned to look at them. She doesnt feel well. Make our excuses, Max; see you in the office.
Sarah knew that she was pale enough to give credence to his lie, and he hustled her out of the suite before anyone could approach. The arm around her waist had lifted her almost off her feet; he was effectively carrying her. Rome, stop it, she protested, trying to wriggle away from him and walk under her own power.
He swore softly under his breath and adjusted his grip on her, leaning down to slide his other arm under her knees and lift her completely into his arms. Sarah caught her breath as the swift motion made her head whirl dizzily, and she clutched at his shoulders. The elevators were down a long corridor, and they passed a man in a white dinner jacket who stared after them with great interest.
Youre making a scene, she whispered. Whats wrong with you? She was too startled to even be angry, but she felt as if she were groping her way through a fog, because she failed completely to understand his motives.
He jabbed the down button with his elbow, then bent his head and kissed her with such deliberate intimacy that she curled in his arms, her mouth opening for his tongue. He could have been standing in the middle of the street for all she thought about their location. When he kissed her like that, every thought left her head, leaving her preoccupied only with the slow burning pleasure he gave her with just a kiss.
An electric ding signaled the arrival of the elevator. Still carrying her, Rome stepped into it; they were the only occupants, and she stared at him in bewilderment. His expression was clearly revealed under the bright artificial lights, but she was still unable to decipher it.
You can put me down now, she ventured softly. Were you intending to carry me through the lobby of the hotel?
This is Texas, he replied with a hint of wryness. No one would be surprised, though for forms sake I suppose I should throw you over my shoulder. But he let her down, though he kept his arm firmly anchored around her waist.
What was that all about? she asked as the doors slid open and they stepped out into the vast ultramodern lobby, overwhelming with its glass and greenery.
Its called staking a claim.
She considered that in silence for a moment. She wasnt coy, nor did she believe in dissembling; she wasnt going to simper and pretend she didnt understand. On an instinctive level, though, she was a little alarmed by the swiftness with which hed moved. She darted a quick nervous glance at him, one that he intercepted and read, and his mouth tightened fractionally. Looking at him, with his hard face set in determined lines, she knew that shed been cut from the herd the way a stallion would isolate the mare hed chosen. The thought made her mouth go dry, and her knees feel weak. Perhaps he wasnt a native Texan, but he knew just how to go about it. The move Max had made on her had awakened a possessive streak in Rome, and instinctively hed snatched her away from the other man; now he was determined to finalize his possession.
My car is here, she said, making a motion with her hand as if to halt him.
Forget about it. He didnt even glance down at her as they stepped out onto the sidewalk, where the warm night breezes fanned his face. Ill bring you back for it in the morning.
Id feel better if I drove it home. She spoke firmly, and he sensed her decision, realizing immediately that the car gave her a feeling of independence that she needed, after the way hed high-handedly whisked her away from the party. He didnt want her out of his sight for a minute, but he was afraid that if he pushed too hard, hed run the risk of making her retreat back behind her cool mask. He was close, too close, to breaking her reserve for him to let his impatience ruin things now. Having her was becoming an obsession with him; shattering her control was a goal that occupied more and more of his time and thoughts.
All right, he agreed, deciding to use the time alone during the drive to her apartment to cool himself down. He was feeling violent and caged, and he needed to ease himself with the soft magic of a womans flesh. Sarahs flesh. She was the only specific woman hed wanted since Dianes death, and he wanted her so violently that he almost resented her for getting to him the way she had.
She was so pale and composed and sure of herself, like an ice-queen. Would she be that cool and controlled in bed, or would those shadowy green eyes blaze with animal need? He imagined her beneath him, writhing in the throes of desire hed awakened in her, with wild cries tearing up from the depths of her slender body as he drove into her again and again and again
He stopped his fantasy, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he watched the graceful swaying of her body as she walked away from him. He went to his own car and waited until her little red car passed him; then he pulled out behind her and followed closely on the drive to her apartment.
Sarah already had the door unlocked when he arrived, and she glanced at him warily as he entered behind her. His dark eyes still held that dangerous look, with a hunger in them that she understood but couldnt measure. She wanted himshed always wanted himbut at the same time she didnt want to be a one-night stand for him, a fast coupling for the purpose of easing him, forgotten as soon as it was finished. Spontaneously she tried to slow him down.
Would you like coffee? she invited, dropping her small purse on the sofa and moving away from him to the kitchen.
No. His refusal was flat.