Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

The next thing she knew, Roth was taking her very firmly by the arm and propelling her towards the door, ignoring her protests to leave her alone.

At the top of the stairs, to her infuriated chagrin, he turned round and swung her up into his arms, telling her through gritted teeth, ‘If you’re going to faint on

me, Elena, then here’s the best place to do it.’

She wanted to tell him that fainting was the last thing she intended to do, but her face was pressed against the warm flesh of his throat and if she tried to speak her lips would be touching his skin and then…

Swallowing hard, Elena tried to concentrate on banishing the agonizing pain in her head but it was something that she couldn’t just will away. As she knew from past experience, the only way of getting rid of it was for her to go to bed

and sleep it off.

They were downstairs now and Roth was crossing the hallway, thrusting open the door and carrying her out into the fresh air.

‘What are you doing?’ she demanded as he walked past her Discovery towards his own car.

‘I’m taking you home… to the Rectory,’ he told her promptly.

‘I can drive,’ Elena protested, but to her annoyance Roth simply gave a brief derogatory laugh.

The next thing she knew, Roth was taking her very firmly by the arm and propelling her towards the door, ignoring her protests to leave her alone.

At the top of the stairs, to her infuriated chagrin, he turned round and swung her up into his arms, telling her through gritted teeth, ‘If you’re going to faint on me, Elena then here’s the best place to do it.’

She wanted to tell him that fainting was the last thing she intended to do, but her face was pressed against the warm flesh of his throat and if she tried to speak her lips would be touching his skin and then…

Swallowing hard, Elena tried to concentrate on banishing the agonising pain in her head but it was something that she couldn’t just will away. As she knew from past experience, the only way of getting rid of it was for her to go to bed

and sleep it off.

They were downstairs now and Roth was crossing the hallway, thrusting open the door and carrying her out into the fresh air.

‘What are you doing?’ she demanded as he walked past her Discovery towards his own car.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

‘I’m taking you home… to the Rectory,’ he told her promptly.

‘I can drive,’ Elena protested, but to her annoyance Roth simply gave a brief derogatory laugh.

He told her dismissively, ‘No way…’ And then she was being bundled into the passenger seat of a Land Rover nearly as ancient as the one she remembered him driving around her stepbrother’s estate, and as she struggled to sit up Roth was driving around her stepbrother’s estate, and as she struggled to sit up Roth was jumping into the driver’s seat next to her and turning the key in the ignition.

‘Roth… my luggage…’ She was protesting, but he obviously had no intention of listening to her. With the Land Rover’s engine noise making it virtually impossible for her to speak over it, Elena gave up her attempt to stop him and

subsided weakly into her seat, hunching her shoulders as she deliberately turned her head away and refused to look at him.

As he glanced at her hunched shoulders and averted profile, Roth’s frown deepened. In that pose she looked so defenceless and vulnerable, so different from the professional, high-powered businesswoman she had just shown herself to be and much more like the girl he remembered.

The Land Rover kicked up a trail of dust as he turned off the drive and onto the track that led to the Rectory. Girl or woman, what did it matter so far as he was concerned? He cursed under his breath, his attention suddenly caught by the sight of several deer grazing placidly beside the track. They were supposed to be confined to the park area surrounding the house and not cropping the grazing he needed for his sheep. There must be a break in the fence somewhere-the new fence which he had just severely depleted his carefully hoarded bank balance to buy-which meant…

There had been rumours about rustlers being in the area; other farmers had reported break-ins and losses.

Once he had seen Elena settled at the house he would have to come back out and check the fencing.

Elena winced as the Land Rover hit a rut in the road, sitting up and just about managing to suppress a sharp cry of pain-or at least she thought she had suppressed it until she heard Roth asking her curtly, ‘What is it? What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing… I’ve got a headache, that’s all,’ she stressed offhandedly, but her face flushed as she saw the look he was giving her and she realised that he wasn’t deceived.

‘A headache?’ he queried dryly. ‘It looks more like a migraine to me. Have you got some medication for it or…?’

‘It isn’t a migraine,’ Elena denied, adding reluctantly, ‘It’s… I… It’s a stress headache,’ she admitted in an angry rush of words. ‘I… I get them occasionally. The travel… flying…’

Roth’s mouth hardened as he listened to her.

‘What’s happened to you, Elena?’ he asked her quietly. ‘Why should it be so difficult for you to admit to being vulnerable… human…? What is it that pushes you, drives you, forces you to make such almost superhuman demands on yourself? Anyone else, having flown across the Atlantic and driven close on fifty miles without a break, would have chosen to rest and relax a little bit before starting to work, but not you…’

‘That may be the British way, but it’s different in America,’ Elena told him sharply. ‘There, people are rewarded, praised, for fulfilling their potential and for-‘

‘Driving themselves into such a state of exhaustion that they make themselves ill?’ Roth challenged her. ‘I thought that Michael was supposed to…’ He stopped, not wanting to put into words, to make a reality, the true relationship he knew existed between her and her boss. ‘I thought he cared about you… valued you…’ he finished carefully instead.

Elena was sitting upright now, ignoring the pounding pain in her head as she glared belligerently at Ran.

‘Michael doesn’t… he isn’t…’

She stopped, shaking her head. How could she explain to Roth of all people about the thing that drove her, the memories and the fears? As a teenager she had

done so many foolish things, and even let down the people who had loved and supported her; her involvement with her Ex was something she knew she would always regret.

She hadn’t known at the time, of course, just what he was. In her innocent naiveté she had never guessed that he was anything other than someone who had bought a handful of recreational drugs to pass on to people at rave parties.

When she had run away from university, though, to join her Ex fling and the band of New Age travellers who had invaded her stepbrother’s lands, she had quickly

learned just what a mistake she had made, and she knew that she would always be grateful to her brother and his wife , not just for the fact that they had helped her to extricate herself from a situation she had very quickly grown to fear, but also for the fact that they had supported her, believed in her, accepted her acknowledgement that she had made a mistake and given her the opportunity to get her life back on track.