Chapter 29

• Back at the hotel, Layla went straight up to the suite Lucas was using. A stranger opened the door and two others were hovering around the desk at which Lucas sat, his jacket off, his tie loosened, broad shoulder muscles flexing beneath a white silk shirt as he turned his head and stared fixedly at Layla, who hovered, uncertain of her welcome.
• He sprang upright. "Beverly did good," he quipped, brilliant dark golden eyes sliding over her slim figure in a look as physical as a touch. ‘In fact, she did brilliantly.’
• ‘She was a tremendous help.’ Layla’s colour was heightened by his scrutiny and the disturbing reaction of her body to that unashamedly sexual appraisal. Her nipples had prickled into taut sensitivity while a drenching pool of heat settled between her thighs. She was shaken by the intensity of her desire for him to reach out and touch her.