Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

It was almost eight when Elena pulled up outside the Rectory’s front door.

Her earlier hunger had turned into a gnawing irritation that was making her head ache and her temper on edge. Low blood sugar, she told herself sternly. All you need is a sweet drink. All she needed maybe, but not all she wanted. What she wanted… What on earth was the matter with her? she derided herself as she opened the front door. Other women her age daydreamed and fantasised about having men,

not meals. Eight o’clock. She just had time to get showered and changed before her meeting with Roth. She wanted to run through her figures again, but if, as he said, he had paid for the work himself and he had the receipts to prove it… Perhaps she had been too quick to accuse him…

‘Elena..’

She froze at the bottom of the stairs as she heard Roth’s voice. When she turned her head he was standing in an open doorway several feet away from her.

‘Mrs Elizabeth is going to serve dinner at eight-thirty so you’ve got half an hour to get ready…’

A dozen questions and just as many denials and arguments sprang immediately to Elena’s lips, but somehow she managed not to utter them and she was at the top of the stairs before she managed to ask herself why she had not simply told Roth that she had eaten already.

Why? The audible rumble of her stomach as she opened her bedroom door gave its own answer. Even so, it galled her to know that Roth had guessed she would have to return to the house without having found somewhere to eat. But

just let him try to make something of it, Elena decided fiercely as, having had her shower, she changed into a long silky black jersey dress, brushing her hair and quickly re-doing her make-up before checking the time.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Almost eight-thirty. Taking a deep breath, Elena checked her appearance in the mirror and then, holding her head high, headed for the bedroom door.

Her jersey dress, plain black and unadorned, might not, to anyone but the cognoscente, reveal the fact that it had cost her the best part of a month’s wages and carried the label of one of New York’s top designers-the uninitiated might be deceived by the simple design and the way the heavy fabric discreetly hinted at rather than clung more obviously to Elena’s slender figure. But even the most self-confessed sartorial ignoramus would have reacted to the way Ran looked when Elena saw him waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.

Used as she was to seeing him wearing casual work clothes, and perhaps because that was the image she held engraved in her mind’s Because eye-jeans fitting

snugly against the hard muscle of his thighs, checked work shirt rolled up at the sleeves and just open enough at the neck to reveal the silky dark expanse of body hair which so temptingly and tormentingly made one’s fingers long to unfasten a few more buttons and explore just how thick, just how silky that soft dark hair actually was-elena had forgotten how very male Roth could look in formal

clothes. And although he hadn’t gone so far as to change into a dinner suit he was wearing a pair of well-cut dark trousers and a crisp white shirt.

The fact that he was just shrugging on his jacket as she came down the stairs afforded her an unwanted glimpse of the lethal maleness of the muscles in his

torso and made her hesitate betrayingly just for a second before continuing her journey downwards.

He had changed his clothes simply to have dinner with her.

Why? Because he knew very well the effect his appearance would have on any susceptible woman and because he intended to use that fact to distract her,

confuse her when she needed all her attention, all her concentration to ascertain the truth about that invoice? Or was she letting her imagination run away with

her? Was the woman he had dressed so elegantly for not her but-? Was he perhaps seeing the other woman after their meeting had finished?

‘We’ve just got time for a drink before dinner if you’d like one,’ Roth told her calmly, but his glance, Elena was sure, had rested for just a betraying fraction of a second on the soft thrust of her breasts before it had lifted to her face. Her heart started to thump giddily.

‘No… No drink, thanks,’ she refused, giving him a thin smile as she added deliberately, ‘I generally find that alcohol and business don’t mix.’

Giving a small shrug, Roth opened the dining-room door for her and waited for her to precede him inside. As she did so, Elena caught the clean, sharp scent of his freshly showered body and the giddying thump of her vulnerable heart became a frighteningly heavy ache.

‘I… I’ve brought the estimates down with me,’ she told him quickly, lifting the papers she was holding in front of him, but Roth shook his head.

‘After dinner,’ he told her dismissively, adding, ‘I generally find that good food and poor communication don’t mix.’

Poor communication. Elena gave him a fulminating look before taking the chair he had pulled out for her.

The salmon was every bit as delicious as Elena had imagined and so, too, was the home-made summer pudding served with fresh cream that followed it. The

cheese they ate to finish the meal was made locally, Roth informed her, adding that he had been wondering if he might not produce something similar himself,

but that he had decided the costs involved were prohibitive.

To have dinner alone with him like this would once have made her feel so excited, so… so thrilled because she had been so besottedly in love with him. Of course, she would hardly have been able to do justice to the meal because then her fevered imagination would have been thrilling her with images of the two of them together alone, after dinner, Roth taking her in his arms and…

‘I’ve asked Mrs Elliott to serve coffee in the library…’

The crisp, businesslike tone of Roth’s voice cut across her treacherous thoughts. Guiltily, Elena pushed them away, reminding herself severely of just why she was here.

*

‘Here is the separate estimate I asked for, for the work which needed doing here, and here is the receipt I obtained for that work.’

Her facial muscles rigid, Elena willed her hand not to tremble betrayingly as she took the papers from Ran and then looked at them. She was furious with herself for giving him the opportunity to put her in the wrong.

Her eyes strayed to the date at the top of the receipted invoice. She wasn’t going to give in yet. Standing up, she handed the papers back to Roth and told him dismissively, ‘What I can see is a signed and dated receipt, Roth.’

‘Showing that the invoice was settled several weeks ago…’

‘Purporting to show that it was settled several weeks ago,’ Elena pointed out stubbornly. ‘For all I know this date could have been written on the invoice last week… or…’ She paused meaningfully before adding with a triumphant smile,

‘Or even today…’

She had started to walk away when Roth stopped her, grabbing hold of her arm and swinging her round to face him as he exploded, ‘Are you really trying to

accuse me of falsifying this receipt? For God’s sake, Elena, what the hell kind of man do you think I am?’

Pointedly Elena ignored his question and stared down at where he was still holding onto her arm instead as she demanded icily, ‘Let go of me, Roth”