became diamond hard. 'What is wrong, Emma? Are you expecting a little more finesse? I thought you would be used to doing it rough since you have been servicing my father. He would not have been too fussy about where he had you. Or maybe he got sentimental in his old age and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.'
'That's a disgusting thing to say!' Emma said, her face fire-engine red.
'What about it, Emma?' he said. 'How about we get down and dirty while we are married? You are up for it, I can tell.'
She gave him a paint-stripping glare. 'I wouldn't dream of tainting myself with the likes of you.'
His smile was deliberately taunting. 'I can afford you, Emma. If it is more money you want I have plenty of it. I have ten times the wealth of my father.'
'I want nothing from you,' she bit out. 'I would rather die.'
'You are such a transparent liar,' he said. 'If the way you kissed me is anything to go by I can almost guarantee it will not be long before we end up sharing much more than this villa.'
'I did not kiss you,' Emma said through tight lips. 'You kissed me. You took me completely by surprise.'
His eyes began to glint. 'Ditto. You totally rocked me. I had no idea how passionate you are behind that schoolmarmish façade you are so fond of displaying to the world. But it is all an act, isn't it, Emma? That is how you got my father's attention, wasn't it? You reeled him in like a minnow on a line.'
Emma felt like slapping him, but in truth she was frustrated at herself for falling under his sensual spell so incautiously. How could she have been so stupid? He had wined and dined her, setting the scene for seduction, and she had fallen for it so readily. It made her feel so foolish but also very hurt.
Deeply hurt.
He had no feelings for her. He despised her. How could she have been lulled into thinking anything else? Tears suddenly blurred her vision and desperate to keep them hidden, she pushed past him with a hastily muttered goodnight.
'Emma?' He caught up to her in a couple of strides and tipped her face to one of the fingers of light coming from the villa. He frowned as he dabbed at a rolling tear with the blunt pad of his finger. 'Tears?' he asked, sounding surprised.
Emma shoved his hand away and glared at him. 'You must think I'm so naive,' she bit out. 'You think you can just crook your finger and have me dive head first into your bed, don't you?'
'It was just a kiss, Emma,' he said in a dry tone.
'It was not just a kiss!' she railed at him.
'What was it then?'
'It was a blatant attempt to seduce me, that's what it was,' she said with a livid grey-blue glare.
'If I was serious about seducing you, Emma, you would be flat on your back by now and letting the neighbours know in no uncertain terms how much you were enjoying it,' he said with a smug little smile.
Emma opened and closed her mouth at his audacity. 'I can't believe you just said that!'
'I said it because it is true,' he said. 'I am not going to play games with you, cara. I am prepared to bed you any time you like. But that is all I am offering, so you had better be clear on that. No strings, just good old-fashioned bed-wrecking sex. Take it or leave it.'
She threw him a caustic look. 'I'll leave it, thank you.'
'Fine, but if you change your mind just let me know,' he said. 'I think we could be dynamite together.'
'I won't be changing my mind,' Emma said, with perhaps not as much conviction as she would have liked. His evocative comments had unravelled her resolve to an alarming degree. Her body was on fire just thinking about the pleasure he was promising. She was in no doubt of his ability to be as good as his word. She could see the smouldering look in his dark eyes. She could still feel the imprint of his lips on hers. Her mouth was tingling even now, the tiny nerves beneath her skin leaping and jumping from the passionate pressure of his. What was it about this man that made her feel so out of control? Was it because she had decided he was off limits? Was some perverse part of her determined