mind stopped immediately and considered her last thought. No one had ever offered him the same suggestion, the same opportunity. He couldn"t know how insulting his offer was because he"d been insulated from the real world. But she could change that, she thought wryly. She had pride and she wasn"t going to go down without a fight. What they"d shared deserved at least that she try to make him understand what a horrible situation being a mistress would be.
Wiping her cheeks, she straightened her shoulders and turned to face him, one shoulder dropping slightly, her tongue sticking out with sexual provocation as she surveyed his appearance once again.
“You know, you might not have such a bad idea,” she started off, crossing her arms over her stomach and walking around him, looking him up and down as if he were an object. “You know, I have quite a bit of money myself, but I like my job a lot.”
“I think I can understand your perspective now.”
Dharr"s body reacted to both her newly sensuous pose as well as the come hither look in her eyes. If he was a little disappointed that she"d accepted his offer, well, that was to be expected. He"d liked her being different. But only during special moments, he reminded himself. Now that she"d become the expected, perhaps he would be able to work her out of his system. Normalcy, he thought. That"s what he needed. And now things were back on track.
Her next words blew him away. “I like your suggestion but with a twist if you don"t mind.”
He pushed away from the doorway and moved toward her. “Name it. It"s yours.”
“Shouldn"t you be more cautious of your promises?” she teased.
Dharr was instantly erect and all he wanted was to get this conversation over with so he could toss her back onto the bed and make love to her. “I can honestly say there isn"t much you could ask for that I could not deliverto you.”
Her smile should have given him warning but he was concentrating on the vulnerability, and the lingering hurt still in her eyes. “Like I said, your suggestion definitely has merit but let"s turn it around. How about if you quit your job and move to London? I"m usually finished with the kids by late afternoon and could come visit you as soon as I"m done. Except on the nights when I need to work late.” She tapped the side of her chin as if considering all the conditions. “Or research lesson plans. Or set up the ideas for the next day. But you understand how busy work can get, don"t you? And what"s more, you won"t need to work anymore. I"m sure that we can find something you"ll like just as much as your job if we just put our minds to it.”
Dharr stared at her, her words not making any sense. “Are you saying you" re willing to become my mistress if I set up an apartment in London instead of Paris?” He couldn"t believe it was that easy. “Consider it done,” he said and walked more quickly across the room, his mind instantly filling with ideas on what he wanted to do to her delectable body encased in those horrible jeans. He"d toss them out and forbid her to wear them ever again. He preferred her in silks and satins, or nothing at all.
“Now, hold on, sailor,” she teased , putting up a hand to stop his forward advance. “I"m not sure you understand where I"m going with this,” she said. “I don"t want an apartment in London.There"s a really beautiful house down the street from me and I could put you up there. Not you putting me up somewhere. Like I said a moment ago, I might be busy some nights, and,of course during the day, I"d have to work, but there"s lots of things to do.And I"m sure there are some of the moms around town who could give you tips on what to do during the day.”
She didn"t look at his eyes, knowing she wouldn"t be able to continue if she saw the look in his eyes. But she raised one finger so it touched the side of her face, as if considering something very deeply. “You"ll need credit cards, of course. Don"t worry, honey, I can put you up in style. The weekdays I"ll be pretty busy, but the weekends, well, let"s just see what happens, shall we?”
Dharr stared at the slip of a woman who