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A wave of stifling warmth enfolded her. She and Christian wouldn’t really marry and it drove her crazy trying to work out why he let her father peddle such a fantasy. What had he to gain? Surely this wasn’t the behaviour of an honest man. Yet everything she’d learned of Christian testified that he was straight down the line, often brutally so. His refusal to explain, and to stop the charade, was a dark blot on a relationship that was otherwise almost too enticing.
‘Thanks for the good wishes.’ Christian’s deep rumble sliced through the chatter around them.
Elena was tempted to blurt out the truth, that the engagement was a lie. But Christian had warned that without the ‘engagement’ he’d stop all involvement with her father. That wasn’t an option, not while her siblings needed George Morrison to repay the money he’d taken.
She’d grown tired of trying to force the issue. Whatever strange machinations went on between him and her father, ultimately neither could make her marry Christian. In the meantime she could only find relief in the fact that her real friends had no notion of the fake engagement. Only those in her father’s set. Yet guilt and frustration gnawed at her.
‘I had no idea the pair of you even knew each other,’ Samantha purred, leaning forward to reveal even more pumped-up cleavage.
Anger pierced Elena. If she really were Christian’s fiancée she’d take exception to the way the other woman pawed at him, chattering on about a party they’d both attended in Melbourne and giving him that intimate smile.
But Elena was just his temporary lover.
She hadn’t let him encroach too far into her world. As for the time they spent on mutual interests, like antiques and art or activities new to her, like sailing and climbing, that didn’t feel like encroachment. Those were pure pleasure.
In fact, she realised with a hitch to her breathing, all her time with Christian was pleasurable. Their sexual connection had grown into something more complex.
Elena blinked when Samantha leaned in and said with a saccharine smile, ‘I get so bored when the men talk business, don’t you? Media trends and market growth.’ Beside them their companions were deep in discussion.
‘No, I don’t. I find it interesting.’ When Christian spoke of his wide span of investments, she was fascinated.
‘But then you’ve always been so serious, Elena. Serious and sturdy.’ Samantha’s violet eyes, their colour as artificial as her smile, swept Elena dismissively. ‘That reminds me. Rumour has it your father’s engaged Aurelio to design your wedding dress. Is it true?’
Elena shrugged, aiming for nonchalance despite her dismay. Surely her father hadn’t gone as far as organising a dress and hiring the country’s most exclusive designer! This was a nightmare. The sooner it ended the better.
Except when it ends you and Christian will go your separate ways.
Elena’s stomach pinched. The thought of Christian moving on to another lover brought bile to her mouth.
She wanted what they had to last. She enjoyed being with him. No one else had ever made her feel like this.
The revelation knocked her for six, making her sway.
Instantly Christian’s arm tightened around her. He looked down, flashing her a reassuring smile before turning back to his conversation, and her stupid heart kicked up pace.
She wanted to be with him.
‘I’m amazed you’ve got Aurelio to agree to design your gown.’ Samantha had taken her silence for assent. ‘His work is exquisite but he prefers to work with petite clients to show off his amazing designs.’ Again that sharp gaze, dismissing Elena’s body as unfashionably rounded.
‘Rake-thin women, you mean?’ Elena didn’t bother pretending to misunderstand. ‘I wouldn’t know. I’m not really familiar with his designs.’ She knew the name, of course, but that was all.
‘You’re not familiar…?’ The other woman delicately fanned herself. ‘But why would you when you’re not the type he normally dresses.’ Again that horrified survey of Elena’s height and hips.
Elena told herself to be grateful for the woman’s cattiness. It distracted her from dismay over the revelation of her feelings for Christian.
Yet Samantha’s words opened old wounds. She’d always made Elena feel like a galumphing elephant, reinforcing all her father’s negativity. She was too big, too serious and dull to be pretty or exciting.
‘But then, Christian’s a force to be reckoned with, isn’t he? What are artistic scruples compared with the chance to dress his bride, no matter what her size?’
Christian felt the shift of supple muscle under his arm as Elena straightened. More than straightened. A ruler could lie exactly along her taut spine as she gazed down at the woman before her.
His skin tightened in a familiar flurry of anticipation as he felt energy radiate off Elena. From the first he’d enjoyed sparring with her.
Only this time her focus wasn’t on him.
He watched Samantha What’s-her-name wave a languid hand as she spoke in that awful arch tone about dresses and Elena’s size.
Understanding hit and with it came fury. Red-hot fingers of rage dug into his chest, squeezing his lungs. His hand clamped so hard at Elena’s waist she swung round, looking up questioningly.
Was it imagination or did her eyes look bruised? The idea disturbed him. Then as he watched something in her expression changed and her lips tilted up in a smile.
Only he saw that it didn’t reach her eyes.
‘I don’t care what some dressmaker thinks of my body,’ Elena said, her gaze holding his so that his pulse grew heavy. ‘But Christian likes it.’ She leaned towards him, flagrantly ignoring the other woman. ‘Don’t you, Nato?’
For a split second shock grabbed him, because she’d somehow chanced on the diminutive that only his mother had called him. Then a moment later came the stunned realisation that he liked the pet name on Elena’s lips. He wanted to hear it again.
She blinked and he realised she was waiting for his response. Beyond her the hungry-looking woman with the blinding teeth and the bony collarbone watched avidly.
‘You need to ask, corazón?’ He let his hand slip down from the sweet incurve of Elena’s waist to linger, circling at her hip. ‘How could I look at another woman when I have you? You’re the sexiest woman I know.’
‘Even with my curves?’ Her tinkle of laughter was a fair imitation of the woman standing before them, but Christian knew Elena well enough to hear the tightness in her voice. She did a good job of hiding it but, he realised, the other woman’s words had struck home. He frowned, remembering so many times when Elena had tried to hide her body, as if uncomfortable with him seeing her naked.
‘Your body,’ he said deliberately, ‘is a work of art.’ He yanked her against him and her escaping breath puffed warm across his chin. ‘Any designer would adore dressing you. You look like a woman, not a scrawny sack of bones.’
Dimly he was aware of a shocked hiss from the woman beside them, but his attention was on Elena’s widening eyes.
Bending his head, he nipped the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She went limp, her head tipping back. Christian tasted summer fruit as he licked the spot then nuzzled his way up to her ear.