"Not at all," she said, smiling gamely. "I've always wanted to try my hand at acting." She struck a pose, the back of her hand across her eyes. "I vant to be alone!"
"You imp," he chuckled. He shook his head on a sigh. "You're a puzzle, little miss designer," he murmured, watching her narrowly. "I'm amazed that no enterprising young man has ever seduced you."
She shrugged. "Most young men don't like seducing a minister's daughter," she said pertly. Her eyes twinkled. "I almost got in trouble one time, defying my folks. It hurt my conscience and frightened me a little, but I bounced back."
"Did you really?" he mused. "Then why are you still a virgin?"
"Because you don't undo twenty-five years of conditioning overnight," she replied easily. She searched his dark eyes. "If I ever did let a man seduce me, though, I'd want him to be like you."
His heart stopped. He couldn't think of a single thing to say as the thought worked on him and made his body react in a shocking way.
She shifted, embarrassed at her own boldness, although his stony face didn't give away a thing. "Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just meant that you're a special kind of man. I know you'd never have to hurt a woman to feed your ego." She sighed. "I guess you've probably forgotten more about sex than I've ever learned."
"I guess I have, honey," he said, studying her down-bent head with a slight frown. He caught her hand in his-offering a small measure of comfort, he told himself. "We'd better go out."
At his strong, possessively warm touch, which set her palm to tingling, she looked up and met his searching gaze. It was like electricity. Startling. Unnerving. Her very breathing seemed to be affected by it.
"Yes," she said absently. His mouth was beautiful in a very masculine way, and she couldn't seem to stop looking at it.
He touched her long hair gently, his eyes still probing hers. She was trembling, he noticed in amazement. Then he looked down at the bodice of her jump suit and was surprised to find her nipples hard against the fabric-very obviously there was no bra beneath it. Suddenly he wanted to smooth his hands over her breasts. He wanted to taste her warm mouth and feel her body yield against the strength of his. His eyes narrowed at his own disturbing thoughts.
"I wish you wouldn't look at me that way," she said with that irrepressible honesty that had always intrigued him. "It...it makes me feel shaky."
His eyes rose to hers once more. "When I look at your breasts, you mean?" he asked gently.
Her lips opened on a shocked breath. He'd never spoken to her that way.
He could have bitten his tongue. What in hell was wrong with him? This was Elissa; they'd been friends for a long time. It was Bess who was getting to him. He sighed, wondering why he'd never before really noticed this little imp with her exquisite body and lovely face.
"I didn't mean to say that," he said vaguely. He dropped her hand, turned away from her abruptly and lit another cigarette. "I'm in a hell of a situation. I guess I'm more disturbed than I realized. Come on. Let's get it over with."
"All right." She followed him, her mind whirling. Had he been drinking? Would that explain his odd behavior? Perhaps wanting Bess had worked on his mind long enough to disorient him. That had to be it. He'd looked at her and he'd seen Bess. It was nothing to worry about.
"You're sure about this?" he asked before he opened the door.
"Of course," she assured him.
He sighed. "Well, let's see if we can carry it off." He held out his hand again.
She slid her slender fingers into it, a hesitant, but trusting, "Okay." She looked up, batting her lashes. "Oh, Kingston, you're so sexxxxxxy!" she drawled.
He laughed unexpectedly. "Cut it out. You're supposed to convince her."
"I guess I can try," she sighed. "You lead; I'll follow."
Bess was sitting on the edge of a chair, glancing toward the hallway when they emerged. The blonde's very blue eyes narrowed and there was real hostility in them for an instant before she skillfully erased it.
"I didn't know King had a...a girlfriend," Bess said, deliberately hesitating over the word. She smiled with sleek sophistication. "He said you'd had a quarrel and went back to Florida. But you seem to have made up."
"Oh, in the most delicious ways, too, haven't we, darling?" she asked King with a fluttering of her long lashes.
He chuckled. "I guess so," he mused, but he didn't look at Bess.
"Where in Florida do you live?" Bess continued.
"In Miami, most of the year," Elissa replied. She let go of King's hand and smiled at the older woman. "I understand you're married to King's brother?"
Bess glanced down at the drink she'd poured herself. "Yes. I'm Bobby's wife."
"You're cuuuuute!" Warchief burst out, circling his cage with appropriate whistles and clicks.
Bess stared at the big parrot. "You flirt," she accused the bird, forcing a smile.
Elissa relaxed a little. Bess wasn't so bad; at least she liked parrots. "He likes women," she explained, "but he's really in love with King. When I take him home, he mourns."
"Oh. He's yours?" Bess asked.
"Yes. He stays with King when I'm in the States, and I've only been back since this morning."
King glanced at her quickly. "Want a drink?"
"Yes, thank you," Elissa said. She read him very well. He was warning her not to let too much slip. She smiled. "Do you have pets, Bess?"
The other woman shook her head. "No pets. No kids." She sounded oddly wistful. She laughed, a hollow, haunting melody. "No nothing. It's just me and Bobby-when Bobby's ever home."
"Hard times, Bess," King reminded her. "If he doesn't keep on the ball, you'll have to give up your diamonds."
"It wasn't the diamonds I married him for, but he won't believe that," Bess replied. She looked up, her eyes searching King's face with what looked like pure longing. "Remember how it used to be, in the old days? Bobby and I would go to amusement parks and spend hours on the rides. Sometimes you'd take an afternoon off and come with us, and we'd stuff ourselves with ice cream and cotton candy...."
"It isn't wise to look back." He handed a vodka and tonic to Elissa.
"It isn't wise to look ahead, either," Bess replied miserably. "All I do is sit in hotel rooms these days...or sit at home alone." She glared at her drink. "It's a miracle I'm not an alcoholic."
"Don't you have a job or anything to keep you busy?" Elissa asked without thinking. At Bess's obvious chagrin, she hastily added, "I'm sorry, that sounded like a criticism, but honestly it wasn't. I just meant, if you had a project or a hobby, it might be less of a strain to be alone at times."
"I don't know how to do anything," Bess said sadly. "I married fresh out of high school, so I never really learned how to do much...besides be a wife." The irony of Bess's situation wasn't lost on Elissa. "We can all do something," she said gently. "Paint or write or play an instrument or do crafts...."
"I used to play the piano," Bess replied. She looked down at her hands. "I was pretty good, too. But Bobby resented the time I spent practicing." She laughed bitterly. "How's that for a reversal?"
"I've always wished I could play," Elissa said enthusiastically, glancing at King's set, solemn face and hoping to alleviate the tension Bess's comments were feeding.
"You design clothes, don't you?" the other woman asked curiously, her eyes faintly approving the jump suit. "Did you design that?"
"Yes, do you like it?" Elissa asked eagerly. "I haven't shown this one to my parents. They'd be-" She stopped short, jamming on verbal brakes as King glared at her. "They'd be delighted," she concluded weakly.
"Of course they would. They're very proud of you," King said quickly.
"What do your parents do?" Bess asked politely, raising her glass to her lips.
Elissa gnawed her lip. "They're...they're into ancient history," she said truthfully. Wasn't the Bible a record of human history, after all?
"How interesting." Bess finished her drink, tossing back her hair as she glanced at
the diamond-studded watch on her slender wrist. "Bobby's late," she muttered. "Another business meeting that ran overtime. Or so he swears," she added under her breath. "Too bad I'm not a briefcase; I'd be swamped with affection these days."
"It's a difficult time, Bess. Subcontracting can be extremely time-consuming," King reminded her. "Jamaica desperately needs outside investments, and the hotel Bobby's planning will employ a lot of people, help the economy. But it has to be properly built. These things take time."
"It's been months already," Bess muttered dispiritedly.
"It will be over soon," King said, "and you'll be back in Oklahoma City."
Bess looked up. "Yes, I suppose I will. What a trip to look forward to. Instead of staring at hotel walls, I can stare at my own for a change," she said dully.
Her eyes searched King's. "You never visit us anymore, Kingston. You spend most of your life here."
King swirled the Scotch in his glass and stuck his free hand into his pocket. "I like Jamaica," he said. He glanced deliberately at Elissa. "A lot."
Bess took an audible breath and drained her glass. "Pour me another, would you, please?" she asked, handing it to King.
"I think you've had enough, Bess," he replied. He took the glass and put it aside, gazing down at a chas-tened-looking Bess. She merely folded her hands in her lap and looked defeated.
Elissa was trying to decide what to do to cheer them all up when a car came up the winding sandy drive from the main road. A horn sounded, and seconds later, a car door slammed.
"It's Bobby," Bess said dully.
King strode to the door to meet him, and Elissa found Bess staring after him with quiet misery in her eyes.
Elissa watched Bess watching King. "What's your husband like?" she asked, diverting her.
Bess blinked, looking startled. "Bobby? He's... he's a businessman. He doesn't look much like Kingston, even though they had the same mother. Kingston's father was Indian," she added.
"Yes, I know." Elissa smiled at her. "You're very pretty."
Bess's eyes widened. "You're very frank."
"It saves thinking up lies." She cocked her head at the other woman. "How did you and Bobby meet?" she asked.
Bess laughed softly. "You're so unexpected! Bobby was our star quarterback, and I was a cheerleader."
"King says you've been married about ten years, yet you never had children," Elissa mused aloud. "Didn't you want any?"
Bess sighed, looking at her shoes. "When would Bobby ever have time? He's always at the office or on the phone." She pushed back her hair angrily. "I never thought it would be like this. I thought- Anyway, who wants kids?" she murmured, avoiding Elissa's eyes. She shifted restlessly on the couch. "They just clutter up people's lives. I would love to go back to studying piano again, though. But my practicing would disturb Bobby when he's trying to work at home."
"How sad," Elissa said, and meant it. "I think a woman needs fulfillment as a person, just as a man does."
Bess frowned. "It floored me when you asked if I did anything. You know, I never realized that I might be able to do something with myself...."
Elissa heard male voices; King and Bobby were approaching, much to her relief. She was finding this hard going. It shouldn't have bothered her that King was in danger of falling in love with this bitter, confused woman, but it did. It bothered her a lot.
"How long have you and Kingston been...been together?" Bess tried to sound casual, but there was pain in her voice.
"Well..." It was extremely difficult for her to fabricate, and Elissa was grateful that King and a shorter man suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"There you are. Finally," Bess said as the younger man came in a step ahead of King. She looked at him and then averted her eyes. "Did you get what you went for?" she asked. The question sounded innocent enough, but Elissa sensed something in the blonde's voice, something faintly accusing. Perhaps she wondered if Bobby's "business" was really business.
"Of course," Bobby replied. He gave his wife an intent appraisal, his gaze both searching and faintly defensive.
He wasn't anything like King, Elissa decided. His hair was dark blond, and he was blue eyed. He wasn't a bad-looking man at all, and he was slim but well built. He had a nice mouth, and he seemed pleasant enough altogether. But he looked weary and worn, and there were deep lines in his face.
"Your husband has approved the subcontractors," King announced with a grin. "And the bids were well under budget. He'll make you a rich woman yet, Bess."
"How lovely," she said carelessly. "I'll run right out and buy a new mink."
"You'd better get a strong cage and some thick gloves," Elissa said with a mischievous smile.
Bess looked up, clearly puzzled by the remark. She frowned. "Cage? Gloves?"
Bobby got the joke and burst out laughing, instantly looking years younger and more approachable. "I'm afraid you've got it wrong," he told Elissa. "She doesn't want a mink kit. She wants the real thing-a ready-made coat."
"Oh, a fast-food mink in a manner of speaking," Elissa agreed. "Got you."
King's eyes sparkled as he watched her, his firm lips tugging up in a smile. "Watch this girl," he cautioned his half brother. "She's got a quicker mind than I have."
"That'll be the day you old-I mean, darling," she drawled at King, winking. "I happen to know that yours is a genuine steel trap, always set and ready for business."
"A better description I haven't heard," Bobby agreed. "You must be Elissa. Kingston's told me so much about you over the past couple of years that I feel as if I know you already. Tell me, how in the world do you put up with him?"
"Why, there's nothing to it," Elissa said, glancing wickedly at King, and oddly pleased to hear that he talked about her at home. "I got commando training by watching that television show about professional mercenaries."
"I guess that's telling you," Bobby said with a chuckle, winking at King.
"I guess it is," she agreed.
"Kingston isn't all that bad, surely," Bess interrupted, smiling gently up at him. "He's kept me from vegetating on this island for the past two weeks. I don't know how I'd have managed without him."
Bobby laughed, failing to see Bess's intent look at his brother. He seemed to be too busy looking at Elissa. "Good thing, too, considering how little free time I've had," he tossed off to his wife. "You know, Elissa, you're every bit as delightful as Kingston said you were," he added.
Elissa smiled, murmuring a polite reply. She was totally unprepared for the shock and sudden irritation in Bess's eyes.
Chapter Three
Bobby spared Bess a faintly curious glance before his attention went back to Elissa. "I'm glad you're back," he told her. "Kingston's been a royal pain these past few days."
King frowned, but he didn't rise to the bait.
"So you did miss me." Elissa batted her lashes at King. "How nice!"
"Of course I missed you," he said curtly. "Bobby, what will you have to drink?"
"Nothing," Bess said quietly. "I'd like to go back to the hotel now," she told her husband with a cool stare. "I'm tired."
"Try sitting in a board meeting for four straight hours and see how relaxed that leaves you," her husband challenged. "Look, Bess, we're leaving tomorrow, and I may not see Kingston again for weeks. I want to talk over a new project with him."
"You can use the phone, can't you?" Bess asked, exasperated, as she got gracefully to her feet. In three-inch heels, she was almost her husband's height. "Lord knows you find time to talk to everyone else, but heaven forbid it should be me. Maybe I should make an appointment."
"You just don't understand, do you?" her husband said with a resigned sigh. "Never mind, babe. We'll go." He glanced apologetically at King and Elissa. "Thanks for the invitation, even if I don't get the drink. I'll call you in the morning, big brother."
"Fine," King replied.
"We could go for a ride," Bess murmured to Bobby as he joined her.
"A ride? Are you crazy? I s
till have to go over bids!" Bobby snapped.
Bess started to speak, then seemed to give up. "Yes, of course." She led the way to the door, calling over her shoulder, "Good night, Kingston, Elissa." She didn't look at either of them. She just kept walking out into the sultry evening breeze.
"I don't know what in hell's gotten into her," Bobby apologized. "She's been worse since we came down here. I can't very well stop working, can I? I don't have time to entertain her; the oil market is too depressed to support us. If we hadn't diversified a few years back into real estate, we'd be living in public housing by now!" He glanced at King. "She's so bored with everything lately. Suppose I let her stay with you for a week or so while I fly back to Oklahoma and catch up at the office?" he asked King in all innocence.
Elissa, standing at the door beside King, could feel him tense against her. "Elissa and I are going to spend a few days with her people in Florida," he replied unexpectedly, his quick glance daring Elissa to deny it "Not that Bess isn't welcome to use the house..."
"No, I don't want her here alone." Bobby sighed. "It was just a thought. So your people live in Florida?" he added, smiling at Elissa.
"Yes, in Miami," she replied. This was unexpected. Surely King was hedging, but the thought of taking him home with her made her nervous. Her parents didn't approve of her fashions; they certainly weren't going to approve of her friendship with a man like King. They'd think he was a playboy. And for King to actually spend time around her eccentric parents! Her heart almost stopped. But then she reminded herself that he was only playing for time, of course. He wasn't serious.
"What do they do?" Bobby persisted.
"My father is a min-" She caught it just in time, even before King unobtrusively pinched her. She jumped. "He's in ancient history," she bit off, glaring at King. "And my mother is a housewife."
Bobby nodded. "Any brothers or sisters?"
She shook her head gladly. "No. Just me."
"You'd better get going," King interrupted, as if he didn't like the interest Bobby was showing in her. "Bess will take the car if you don't."
"She will at that," he agreed. "Well, good night."
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