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would miss him until his return.

      He needed to get outside and let the ocean air fill his lungs and clear away the smell of deception. Then maybe his body wouldn’t ache so much for a woman who deserved nothing more than his contempt.

      

      After finally reaching their table, Kia sat back with a glass of champagne and tried to relax. Brant seemed to have disappeared for a while, though she knew he’d be back. And he always affected her in some crazy way, no matter how hard she tried not to let him.

      Tonight, for instance, it had started as soon as she entered the ballroom. She’d felt his eyes upon her, scrutinizing her, undressing her. This wasn’t the only time she’d sensed his desire. Far from it. From the moment she’d met him she’d known he’d wanted her, despite himself. In his bed and out of it. Anywhere and anytime.

      And as much as she had fought it, his want always bonded with a need deep inside her. That knowledge had pulsed through her veins tonight, making her breathless, wanting more, wanting him.

      “Everything all right, Kia?”

      She took a breath and fixed a smile on her lips for Phillip, fully aware of the attention from the other tables guests. “Everything’s fine.”

      His gaze slid to her throat and a glint of humor appeared in his eyes. “I’m glad you like your present.”

      Her hand went to the sparkling diamond necklace he’d asked her to wear. He’d wanted her to keep it, but she’d refused, so they’d compromised and she’d said she’d wear it only for the night. “It’s fabulous.”

      “A fabulous gift for a fabulous lady.”

      She shifted in her seat. Did he have to lay it on quite so thick? Just because he wanted to give the impression they were a couple didn’t mean they should act like characters in a thirties melodrama. It made her uncomfortable.

      Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. There Brant was, dancing with a woman at the far end of the dance floor. Her breath caught at the sight of him, desire shooting to every region in her body.

      He was certainly something to look at. Handsome, wealthy, extremely sexy in a black suit that matched the color of his gleaming dark hair and fitted his lean body to perfection. He exuded an attraction she found difficult to deny.

      “Who’s that dancing with Brant?” a visitor to the table asked the question on Kia’s mind.

      “That’s his date,” someone replied.

      Kia hid her surprise. Brant usually only dated blondes. Beautiful blondes with gorgeous figures and impeccable style, if the photographs in the newspaper were anything to go by. Certainly the women who frequented his office were blond and beautiful. And according to Evelyn, his personal assistant, so were the women who called him constantly on the phone.

      This brunette was definitely not in his league. The woman wasn’t beautiful, though she wasn’t unattractive either. She just lacked the confidence of those other women, and that red-and-white floral dress looked totally wrong on her. It seemed to swallow her up. Just as Brant’s presence seemed to be doing.

      And didn’t she know how that felt, she scoffed to herself as the other woman smiled shyly up at him and Brant returned the smile with a devastating one of his own. The woman stumbled, and who could blame her? Brant Matthews, Womanizer Extraordinaire, had struck again. Maybe she could suggest he have that printed on his business cards.

      All at once she realized Phillip had spoken. “Sorry, Phillip. What did you say?”

      “I said she’s my new physiotherapist.”

      Ah, so this was Serena. They’d spoken on the telephone. But why had Brant chosen her as his date? It didn’t make sense.

      Then it hit her.

      “Phillip, you didn’t,” she said for his ears only.

      “Didn’t what?”

      “Fix them up together.”

      He frowned. “Why not? I thought it would do Serena good to be asked out by someone like Brant. He didn’t mind.”

      Oh, that poor girl. Why were men so insensitive at times?

      “That’s exactly why he’s wrong for her.”

      His brows drew closer together. “What do you mean?”

      “She’ll know people will be wondering what Brant sees in her and that’ll make her feel even worse.”

      “I was only trying to help,” he said a touch defensively.

      Kia’s heart softened. “I know you were. It’s just that…” How to explain the mind of a shy, insecure woman? It wasn’t easy delving into her own past and reliving her inadequacies.

      “Merry Christmas, Kia.”

      Without warning, Brant was beside her, his lips brushing against her cheek in a gesture that meant nothing yet everything. Kia’s pulse almost fell over itself as his warm hand touched her bare shoulder and she caught a whiff of his masculine scent. Her throat went dry.

      Then he moved away and held the chair out for his date. “Serena, this is Kia, Phillip’s personal assistant.”

      “We’ve spoken on the telephone,” Kia said with a smile as the woman sat down opposite her.

      “Oh, yes.” The other woman gave a wavering smile in return, and empathy stirred within Kia, helping her recover from the shock of Brant’s greeting.

      “Serena’s a lovely name,” Kia said, wanting to put her at ease.

      Serena smiled tentatively. “You think so?”

      “It suits you,” Brant said before Kia could respond.

      Serena blushed, looking quite pretty. “Thank you.”

      He sat down and handed her a glass of champagne. “Not too many women are as restful as you to be around, Serena.”

      Kia saw his eyes flick toward her. Was he saying she wasn’t restful to be around? What a cheek. It wasn’t her fault he wanted her but couldn’t.

      “Some men aren’t restful to be around either,” Kia pointed out, not willing to let him get the upper hand.

      He eased back in his chair, confident but with a dark look in his deep blue eyes that sent shivers down her spine. “Are you saying that some men disturb you, Kia?”

      Was he asking if he disturbed her?

      “People only disturb you if you let them. I don’t ever intend to let any man disturb me.”

      “Really?” His eyes slid across to Phillip at her side, then back to her again. They hardened, reminding her that from the day he’d met up with her outside the hospital room after he’d returned from his trip, this man had grown more and more hostile toward her. He hid it well, but she knew it was there. She could only assume that because Phillip had been going home after a date with her, Brant blamed her for the accident.

      And that was totally unfair, but she wasn’t about to challenge him over it or he might start delving into her and Phillip’s relationship and discover the truth. How it had all started when Phillip had begged her to be his partner at a business dinner with people who knew his ex, Lynette. Things had snowballed after that and now they were out of control. Totally out of control.

      Glancing at Brant, she saw a muscle pulsating in his lean cheek. Then, as if he’d had enough of her, he turned away to talk to one of the others.

      She felt a spurt of anger at his dismissal. Was this the way he treated women when he had enough of them? Did he use them to amuse himself, then get rid of them once they’d passed their use-by dates? Of course he did. So why did she feel surprised? Did she think she was any different just because she shared in this intense physical attraction?

      Schooling

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